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Published jointly by 

COUNCIL OF WOMEN FOR HOME MISSIONS 


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Copyright, 1920, by 

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I. The Church of the Friendly Heart 1 

II. Mr. Frtend-o’-Man^s Party . . 29 

III. The Magic Glasses .... 49 

IV. The Neighborhood .... 69 

V. The Spirit of the Flag ... 89 

VI. Mr. Friend-0 ’-Man Gets His Name . 109 


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The Church of the Friendly Heart . 1 ^ 

Arriving at Mr. Friend-o ’-Man’s Party . 29 

The- Friendly Little Spirit of the Flag 96 
Mr. Friend-0 ’-Man wins the Race . . 125^ 



INTRODUCTION 


‘^WHO’S WHO’’ IN THESE STORIES 

These stories are conversations between 
Query Queer and the Wise-and- Wonder- 
Man. Those who have chanced to read any 
of my stories for children will be familiar 
with these two characters. 

Query Queer is a boy of early Junior 
age. He is thoughtful, imaginative, and 
of inquiring mind. When he was younger, 
the nickname Query was given him because 
he asked so many questions; Queer was 
added, because some of these questions 
seemed so strange to his elders. He did 
not like the name very well, but it clung 
to him. 

The Wise-and- Wonder-Man is a whim- 
sical spirit who knows the Why of things. 
He knows the secrets of all out-of-doors, 
of the flowers and birds. He is acquainted 
with history, has a wonderful memory. 


INTRODUCTION 


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understands a great deal more than is ever 
found in books, and knows the origin of 
laws and customs. He also has great ability 
to read what is in people’s minds and hearts, 
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It was a sunny Sunday morning in 
September. And since it was Sun- 
day, Query Queer bad not been called 
so early as usual. But be bad been 
called twice. ^ _ 

Query!’’ came a familiar voice, 

^‘Yes, Mother,” said Query with a sleepy 
drawl, ‘‘just as soon as I get awake. I 
am almost awake now.” 

His mother went out and closed the door. 
Query Queer turned bis face toward the 
outside of the bed. Soon be heard a 
tinkling noise. At first be thought it must 
be the breakfast bell. But it was not loud 
enough for that. It was a faint tinkle- 
tankle-tinkle-tankle-tink. 


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MR. FRIEND-O’-MAN 


Query opened his eyes sleepily, and 
there, on the edge of the bed, sat a funny 
little man whom he had seen before. He 
had on a light blue suit with a border of 
silver bells, and a light blue, pointed cap, 
with a fringe of silver bells, and every time 
he moved or shook his head the bells went 
tinkle-tankle-tinkle-tankle-tink. 

‘^Why, Mr. Wise-and- Wonder-Man, is 
that you?” 

‘Ht certainly is,” came the reply. 

‘‘How did you happen to get here so 
early?” 

“Early! Why, the sun is high! Boys 
should be astir before now.” 

“And how did you get up here to my 
room, Mr. Wise-and-Wondef-Man?” 

“Why, I came in through the window. I 
was flying by, astride a big leaf that I 
found. It blew right in, and here I am.” 

“What are you going to do to-day, Mr. 
W ise-and- W onder-Man ? ’ ’ 

“Well, first of all, I am going to church. 
This is Sunday, you know.” 

“Going to church? I didn’t know you 
ever went to church?” 


THE CHURCH OF THE FRIENDLY HEART 3 

‘‘You didn’t! Well, you ought to have 
known it. Every wise person goes to 
church.” 

“Does it do any good"?” 

“Why, Query Queer! I am astonished 
that you should ask such a simple question. 
All the world worships God, every beauti- 
ful thing worships Him. The flowers 
praise Him, the flelds praise Him, the birds 
sing their hymns of worship. People cer- 
tainly ought to do as much as the birds and 
the flowers.” 

“Where is your home? I don’t believe 
you ever told me.” 

“I live in the City of Is-To-Be.” 

“The City of Is-To-Be? Is that near 
here?” 

“Not so very near.” 

“ Do the children like it? Is it very 
beautiful?” 

“Very beautiful. There’s no other city 
like it. Listen, and I’ll sing you our city 
song. Everybody in our city sings it be- 
cause everybody loves it.” 

“I like that song,” said Query, “ but 
where do you go to church?” 


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‘^Oh, wherever I happen to be.’’ 

‘‘But, I mean, what particular church do 
you attend?” 

“The finest church in town.” 

“Well, what’s the name of it? Is it the 
Presbygational, or the Episcodist, or the 
Baptarian?” 

“Oh, sometimes one, sometimes another. 
At home I always go to the Church of the 
Friendly Heart. It’s in the City of Is- 
To-Be.” 

“Well,” said Query, “I never heard of 
that city before, and I’ve studied geog- 
raphy, too.” 

“I’m not surprised,” replied the Wise- 
and- Wonder-Man. “It used to be called by 
another name, the City of As-It-Is. But 
you see, they changed the name because the 
city changed.” 

“How did that happen?” 

“Well, it’s quite a long story. Kub the 
sleep out of your eyes, and I’ll tell you 
about it.” 

Then Mr. Wise-and- Wonder-Man began: 


The City, of Is-To-Be was like most 


THE CHURCH OF THE FRIENDLY HEART 1 

cities of its size. It was no better, no 
worse. Part of it was built on a beautiful 
hill. There were large, fine houses, shady 
lawns, gay flowers, clean, broad streets, 
bordered by trees. Part of the city was 
in the valley. The houses in the valley 
were small and crowded close together. 
Tall chimneys of the factories stained 
them with smoke and dropped cinders upon 
them. There were no lawns, no flowers, no 
trees. The streets were narrow. 

There were white people and black 
people, native people and foreign people, 
happy people and sad people, the same as 
you will find in any city. Nobody ever 
sang about the city of As-It-Is. They had 
no city song. For there were so many 
people too poor, too weary, too lonely, or 
too unliappy to sing. 

People came and people went, and no- 
body took much notice. But there came a 
time when there was no little excitement 
over the prospect of a newcomer to town. 

One day workmen began to build a house 
halfway between the hill where the rich 
people lived and the valley where the poor 


8 


MR. FRIEND-O’-MAN 


people lived. It was such an attractive and 
wonderful house that people talked much 
about it and about the man who was coming 
to live in it. From time to time they gath- 
ered in little groups and discussed the 
stranger. 

“They say he comes from a Distant 
Land/’ said one. 

“And a land with strange customs, I 
hear,” said another. 

“They say he is very wealthy.” 

“And very generous, what’s more!” 

“And very noble and kind, I am told.” 

As the time drew near when the house 
should be finished, and the stranger should 
arrive in town, people talked more and 
more about the wonderful man who was 
coming from the strange Distant Land to 
live with them. They could hardly wait to 
see him. 

“What’s his name? Does anybody 
know?” they asked. 

“Mr. Friend-0 ’-Man, I believe,” said 
one, “I heard somebody call him that.” 

“It’s a strange name, isn’t it? I wonder 
how he came to have it?” 


THE CHURCH OF THE FRIENDLY HEART 9 

‘‘They say he is a great churchman/’ 

Then, as the group would break up, each 
one would say to himself, “I hope he will 
go to our church.” 

At length the day came when the word 
went around among the excited people : 
“The stranger has come! Mr. Friend-o’- 
Man has come!” 

People in large numbers walked past the 
house to see for themselves if it were really 
true. Sure enough, there he was! Indeed, 
they were all there, Mr. Friend-o’-Man, 
Mrs. Friend-o’-Man, and all the little 
Friend-0 ’-Mans. A reporter from the city 
newspaper came to talk with him and ask 
him questions. He found a tall, fair, hand- 
some gentleman, simple in dress and dis- 
tinguished in manner. He made one think 
of King Arthur’s days. He had clear, 
kindly eyes, and from time to time he put 
on a pair of beautiful glasses which he 
drew from his pocket. 

“I hope you will like our city,” said the 
reporter. 

“I expect to do so,” said Mr. Friend-o’- 
Man. 


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MR. FRIEND-O’-MAN 


‘‘I suppose things here are quite differ- 
ent from what they are in the country from 
which you have come.’’ 

‘‘Quite different; yes, quite different.” 

Many other questions the reporter asked, 
to which Mr. Priend-o’-Man gave the best 
replies he could. 

“By the way,” said the reporter as he 
rose to go, “to-morrow is Sunday. I sup- 
pose you are planning to attend some 
church in our city?” 

“Of course I am planning to,” said Mr. 
Friend-0 ’-Man. 

“May I ask which one?” 

“The finest church in town.” 

“Which one may that be, may I ask? 
Which denomination?” 

“What do you mean by denomination? 
I am afraid I do not understand.” 

“Oh, the Presbygational, or the Episco- 
dist, or the Baptarian. We have several 
kinds.” 

“I do not know, I am sure, to which 
denomination the church belongs. It is the 
Church of the Friendly Heart. I heard in 
my distant home that it is : 


THE CHURCH OF THE FRIENDLY HEART 


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THE FINEST CHURCH IN TOWN^ 

The walls are built of friendly stones, 

The friendliest to be had; 

The pews are built of friendly wood, 

To make the stranger glad. 

The aisles are made, the carpets laid, 

For poor men ’s feet to tread ; 

The high and lowly, side by side, 

Together bow the head. 

The doors swing in, to lightest touch 
Of the humblest of the land; 

The doors swing out, to let them pass 
To give a helping hand. 

The sinful call it ^‘home’’ and “friend,’^ 

A friend to take their part. 

’Tis called the finest church in town. 

The Church of the Friendly Heart. 

do not know that church,” said the 
reporter. 

‘‘I do not myself know which one it is,” 
said Mr. Friend-o’-Man, ^‘but to-morrow I 
shall start out to find it.” 

‘‘Good afternoon,” said the reporter; 

1 This may be sirng to the tune of “ Auld Lang Syne.” 


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MR. FRIEND-O’-MAN 


‘‘if there is ever anything I can do for 
you, please let me know.’’ 

When the newspaper was printed that 
evening, everybody could read in big head- 
lines : 

MR. FRIEND-O’-MAN ARRIVES 


A STRANGER FROM A STRANGE COUNTRY 


HE IS PLEASED WITH THE TOWN 


WILL ATTEND THE FINEST CHURCH IN TOWN 

There was great excitement in every 
church circle. “I wonder,” said many a 
person in the city, “if he will attend our 
church. I am sure I hope so.” 

Next morningj at the proper hour, Mr. 
Friend-0 ’-Man set out to discover the 
church he was looking for. He addressed 
a man in a grand carriage. 

“I am a stranger here, sir. Can you tell 
me which is the finest church in town?” 

“Certainly, sir!” said the man gravely. 

‘It is the Beautiful Church on the Hill. 


THE CHURCH OF THE FRIENDLY HEART 13 

The best people in town go there. We at- 
tend that church. I am sure you will 
like it.’’ 

He gave very careful directions for find- 
ing it, and in a few minutes Mr. Priend-o’- 
Man arrived at the Beautiful Church on 
the Hill. As he stepped inside, the ushers 
looked at him inquiringly. He was well- 
dressed, of course, and of distinguished 
bearing. Some of them wondered whether 
it might be the famous stranger, but no 
one was sure. 

‘‘Which is your pew, please?” asked the 
usher, politely. 

“I have no pew. I am a stranger.” 

“Stand here a while, please,” said the 
usher, in a business-like voice, “and I’ll 
see what I can do for you.” 

Some minutes later, the usher beckoned 
to him and led him down the aisle. They 
stopped at a pew in which two persons 
were already seated. For a moment they 
did not move. Then they moved just 
enough to let the stranger pass. But it 
was plain that they were annoyed and did 
not wish to make him welcomet 


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MR. FRIEND-O’-MAN 


Soon the service began. It was very 
beautiful, like the beautiful church, but 
Mr. Friend-0 ’-Man was not happy. He 
was too noble and proud a man, of course, 
to have his feelings hurt ; but while they 
sang a hymn, he could not help thinking of 
the lines: 

The walls are built of friendly stones, 

The friendliest to be had; 

The pews are built of friendly wood, 

To make the stranger glad. 

‘‘These pews,” thought he, “are surely 
not made of very friendly wood. This can- 
not be the finest church in town.” 

Next Sunday morning came, and Mr. 
Priend-o’-Man, clad in his best, once more 
started for church. He had not gone far 
before he met a well-dressed man, and said 
to him, “I am a stranger, sir. Can you tell 
me which is the finest church in town?” 

“Most certainly,” replied the man. “It 
is the Big Church at the Center. The finest 
people in the city go there. I go there. I 
shall be glad to show you the way.” 

Very soon, Mr, Friend-o’-Man found him- 


THE CHURCH OF THE FRIENDLY HEART 15 

self at the door of the Big Church. It had 
beautiful walls, fine windows, attractive 
pews. A friendly usher led him down the 
aisle to a pew where friendly people wel- 
comed him. The service was helpful, and 
Mr. Friend-0 ’-Man thought he had cer- 
tainly found the finest church in town. 

But he wanted to make one more trial. 
So, a week later, instead of clothing himself 
in his best, he clothed himself in his worst. 
He even borrowed some clothes from a 
workman. 

When he reached the Big Church at the 
Center, the ushers did not recognize him. 
They bowed rather stiffly, and one of them 
waved his hand toward a seat. Mr. Priend- 
o’-Man started down the aisle to the seat 
he had occupied the Sunday before, when 
an usher plucked his sleeve and showed him 
to a pew at one side, where sat several 
other men who were poorly clad. The 
service was good, but all the while Mr. 
Friend-0 ’-Man kept thinking, 

“The aisles are made, the carpets laid, 

For poor men’s feet to tread. 


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MR. FRIEND-O’-MAN 


These aisles,” he thought, ‘‘were surely 
not made for poor men’s feet to tread.” 

Mr. Friend-0 ’-Man was sad as he walked 
home, for he knew that he had not found 
the finest church in town. 

Next Sunday morning Mr. Priend-o’- 
Man started out again to find his church. 
This time he went dressed as he was the 
week before, — trough shoes, baggy trousers, 
shiny coat, frayed collar, and a hat with a 
wrinkled band. As he walked along un- 
noticed, he met a man who was simply 
clad. 

“Can you tell me, sir,” he asked, “which 
is the finest church in town'?” 

“Certainly,” replied the man. “It is the 
Church in the Busy Street. Crowds of 
people go there. It is my church. I am 
going there now. Will you come along 
with me?” 

Mr. Friend-0 ’-Man was soon at the 
church. The friendly ushers seemed as 
glad to see him as they were to see the 
best dressed men who came, and showed 
him to one of the best pews. When the 
service was over, people greeted him 


THE CHURCH OF THE FRIENDLY HEART 17 

kindly. Mr. Friend-o’-Man was very 
happy until he heard people talking about 
one of the members. 

^‘It is shameful!” said one sharply. 

^^The idea of his coming to church and 
associating with Christian people, too,” 
said another. 

To think that a man like him should be 
in a church!” 

^‘He ought to be put out!” 

should think his family would be so 
ashamed they would never show their 
faces.” 

It was clear that this member of the 
church had done something wrong. People 
were talking about it on every side, and 
there was not one word of pity or sorrow 
for the poor man who had done the wrong. 
Mr. Priend-o’-Man walked away thinking: 

^‘The sinful call it home and friend, 

A friend to take their part. ’ ’ 

This church had friendly pews; it had 
aisles and carpets for poor men’s feet to 
tread; but it certainly had no kind words 
for sinful folks. 


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MR. FRIEND-O’-MAN 


He was almost discouraged, but he re- 
solved to try once more. This time he did 
not wait for Sunday to come. 

He went down in the valley where the 
poor people lived. He stopped a policeman 
on his beat. 

‘‘Can you tell me, Officer, which is the 
finest church in town?’’ 

“Oh,” replied the officer, “they all are 
good. It depends upon what kind of a 
church you want. As for myself, I think 
the Church Around the Corner is the finest 
church in town.” 

“Why so?” asked Mr. Priend-o’-Man. 

“Well,” said the policeman, “it is full of 
friendly folks. They always speak to me, 
and they are kind and helpful to those in 
trouble.” 

“What is the name of the church?” 
asked Mr. Friend-o’-Man. 

“I don’t know its real name; I call it the 
Church of the Friendly Heart.” 

A little farther on Mr. Friend-o’-Man 
stopped the postman. 

“Can you tell me,” he asked, “which is 
the finest church in town?” 


THE CHURCH OF THE FRIENDLY HEART 19 

‘^Oh, every man to his taste. As for me, 
I like the Church Around the Corner better 
than any other.” 

‘‘Why so'?” asked Mr. Friend-o’-Man. 

“Well, sir, they are good folks who go 
there. Last winter, when the days were 
very cold, they often stopped me as I 
passed by, to offer me a bite to eat and 
something hot to drink.” 

“And what’s the name of the church?” 
asked Mr. Friend-o’-Man. 

“I’m sure I don’t know the name, sir. 
I call it the Church of the Friendly 
Heart.” 

Mr. Friend-0 ’-Man spoke to the ashman 
just as he set a barrel down. 

“Can you tell me which is the finest 
church in town?” 

“I can; that is, I can tell you the one I 
call the best; it’s the Church Around the 
Corner.” 

i “Why do you call it the best?” asked 
Mr. Friend-0 ’-Man. 

“Well, sir, they are folks with a heart 
who go there. They speak to me kindly 
and inquire about my family, and when 


20 , MR. FRIEND-O’-MAN 

my wife was sick, last year, the fine ladies 
came to see her.’’ 

^‘What’s the name of the church?” asked 
Mr. Friend-0 ’-Man. 

don’t know that, sir; I think it ought 
to be called the Church of the Friendly 
Heart.” 

Mr. Friend-0 ’-Man stopped and spoke to 
the gateman at the railroad crossing. 
After he had chatted a few minutes he 
asked: ‘^What’s the finest church you 
know around here?” 

‘‘The Church Around the Corner,” re- 
plied the gateman promptly. “They train 
their children well there. They teach them 
to be kind and friendly to folks. When 
they come out of meeting, and start home 
this way, they never cross these tracks 
without shouting out to me, the whole lot 
of them, ‘Good morning, Mr. Gateman!’ 
Now I like that. I call it the Church of 
the Friendly Heart. That’s my name 
for it.” 

On the next street Mr. Friend-o’-Man 
met a small boy. His clothes were patched 
but clean. “My boy,” said Mr. Friend-o’- 


THE CHURCH OF THE FRIENDLY HEART 21 

Man, ‘‘can you tell me which is the finest 
church around here'?’^ 

“Sure’’ came the answer. “The Church 
Around the Corner; it’s the best. I go 
there. We have a good time and lots of 
fun, and nobody looks at your clothes.” 

“What is the name of the church?” 

“I don’t know its real name, but my 
mother says it’s the Church of the Friendly 
Heart. Do you know my mother?” 

“No, my boy, I don’t, but I should like 
to,” said Mr. Priend-o’-Man. 

“Well, she’s sick.” 

“Where do you live?” 

“I’ll show you.” He led the way through 
a cluttered doorway, up a flight of steps 
and along a dingy hall to a dreary room. 
It was very bare and it contained only a 
table, a stove, a few chairs, and a bed; 
and on the bed lay a woman, pale and 
thin. 

“Excuse me, madam,” said Mr. Friend- 
o’-Man, “but your boy brought me to see 
you.” 

“You’re very kind, sir, and welcome. 
Have you come from the church? No? I 


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MR. FRIEND-O’-MAN 


thought perhaps you had. You see, they 
are so kind and good to me over there. And 
they are good to my boy, too.’’ 

“And what have they done, may I ask?” 

“Oh, everything. They have sent food 
for me and my children. They have helped 
take care of my baby. They have given 
me coal when I could not buy any; and 
when my husband did wrong, and was in 
trouble, and everybody blamed him, they 
were kind to him, spoke nice to him, and 
told him to try again. The children love 
the church, too.” 

“What church is it, please, that has been 
so kind to you?” 

“It’s the Church Around the Corner. I 
do not know what kind it is. I just call 
it the Church of the Friendly Heart. We 
poor folks, and folks in trouble, say it is 
the finest church in town. And you do not 
go there, then ? Prom your friendly way I 
was almost sure that you came from the 
church.” 

“No,” said Mr. Priend-o’-Man. “You 
see, I am a stranger in town.” 

Mr. Friend-0 ’-Man met many other folks 


THE CHURCH OF THE FRIENDLY HEART 23 

in the valley who told him about the good 
things done by the Church Around the 
Corner. 

So, when the next Sunday came, he 
started straight for that Church Around the 
Corner. It was not beautiful, like the 
Church on the Hill ; it was not so big as 
the Church in the Center, nor were there 
so many people attending it, but it was full 
of friendly folk. People with good clothes 
and poor clothes sat side by side. Nobody 
was haughty or unpleasant or spoke un- 
kindly. Everybody was happy. At the 
close of the service, the people gathered 
in groups or classes, to discuss how they 
could make the city more beautiful and its 
people happier, friendlier, and more com- 
fortable. 

The children met for Sunday-school. 
They were orderly and happy. They sang 
as if they were having the time of their 
lives. They studied their lesson, and then 
came the time that they liked best, when 
they talked over plans to do some one a 
good turn. Before they went home they 
sang their Church Song. 


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MR. FRIEND-0’*MAN 


CHURCH SONG 
Tune — “Fair Harvard’’ 

Our Father in Heaven, we hallow Thy name 
And tell of Thy wisdom and power. 

Thy statutes are holy, Thy judgments are true, 

Thy mercies are new every hour. 

We worship Thee, Lord! 

We worship Thee, Lord! 

All glory and honor to Thee, 

Thou Lord of the earth and all nations and tongues, 
And our country, this Land of the Free. 

Our Father in Heaven, we sing of Thy love. 

We thank Thee for home and Thy care. 

For the beautiful things of this beautiful earth, 

Of the land and the sea and the air. 

We thank Thee, 0 God ! 

We thank Thee, 0 God! 

We gratefully bring Thee our praise. 

Thou Friend of the children, great Giver of all. 
Creator of life’s happy days. 

Our Father in Heaven, we answer Thy call. 

We bring Thee the strength of our youth; 

We enlist in the fight for Thy Kingdom of Right, 
As soldiers of God and the Truth. 

We pledge Thee, 0 Lord! 

We pledge Thee, 0 Lord! 

Our hearts and our hands shall be Thine. 

We will help those who need us, the poor and the weak. 
And thus serve Thee, 0 Master Divine. 


THE CHURCH OF THE FRIENDLY HEART 25 

‘‘I hope you will come again,” said the 
minister to Mr. Friend-o’-Man, as he 
stopped to say good-by at the close of 
Sunday-school. 

shall,” replied Mr. Priend-o’-Man. " 
“In fact, I shall come here all the time.” 

“And may I ask your name"?” 

“Certainly,” said he. “My name is 
Friend-o’-Man, and next Sunday I shall 
bring with me Mrs. Friend-o’-Man and all 
the little Friend-o’-Mans.” 

Everybody at the church was greatly sur- 
prised to learn who the visitor was. 

It soon became known throughout the 
city that Mr. Friend-o’-Man had chosen the 
Church of the Friendly Heart as the finest 
church in town. When it became known, 
many other people, of course, decided that 
they would go there too. Before a great 
while, no church was as famous as the 
Church of the Friendly Heart. It grew 
very rapidly, and in time it had to have a 
bigger, finer building. 

The Wise-and-Wonder-Man paused. 

“Is that all?” asked Query Queer. 


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MR. FRIEND-O’-MAN 


^‘Yes, I think that’s about all.” 

‘‘How did the other churches like if?” 

“Oh, of course, they were at first much 
disappointed and chagrined, but as time 
passed they were sure that Mr. Priend-o’- 
Man was right, and that the finest church 
was the one that helped the people most. 
After a time, the churches all became so 
friendly that it was hard to say which was 
the finest church in town.” 

“You say,” said Query, “that all that 
happened in the City of As-It-Is?” 

“That’s what they used to call it, yes. 
Now it’s the City of Is-To-Be, you remem- 
ber. It has changed, as I told you, so they 
changed its name.” 

“Who changed the city^” asked Query. 

“The churches and the people in them 
did the most of it.” 

“How did they do that?” 

“Oh, that’s a long story. I will have to 
tell you that some other day. Now I must 
be off to get home in time for church.” 

Query Queer heard a tinkling sound and 
opened his eyes. He never knew whether 
it was the silver bells of the Wise-and-Won- 


THE CHURCH OF THE FRIENDLY HEART 27 

der-Man that he heard, or the breakfast 
gong. 

On the way to church that morning he 
asked, “Mother, is our church the finest 
church in town?’’ 

“Why, it’s the biggest and handsomest.” 
“I don’t meant that; but — but is it the 
church with a friendly heart, like one I 
heard about?” 

“I hope so. Query.” 



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m, morning was dark and 
rainy. It was even 
later than it had 
been the week be- 
fore, when Query 
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MR. FRIEND-O’-MAN 


had a hard time to wake up. He stuck his 
fists into his eyes to push his eyelids up; 
then he heard a faint, ringing sound in his 
ears. 

‘‘Is that a fire or the breakfast bell?’’ 
he asked himself. 

“Neither one,” came the laughing 
answer. 

Query looked out through the narrow 
crack between his eyelids. There sat his 
old friend, the Wise-and- Wonder-Man, 
dressed completely in green, close by his 
bed, on the chair on which Query’s clothes 
were hung. At least. Query couldn’t think 
of anybody else it might be, although he 
had never seen his friend dressed in such a 
beautiful suit. 

“Don’t you know me?” asked his green- 
clad visitor. 

“Of course I do! But 1 never saw you 
with that suit on.” 

“Oh, this is just my green-leaf coat.” 

“Green-leaf coat?” 

“Yes, my green-leaf rain-coat. Eain can- 
not get through a leaf, you know, so I have 
had this coat made of leaves,” 


MR. FRIEND- O’-MAN’S PARTY 31 

‘‘Where did you get that gray um- 
brella?’’ asked Query. 

“Oh, that’s only a big toadstool I picked 
up as I came along. It makes a fine roof 
for my head. But why aren’t you up and 
ready for church?” 

‘ ‘ Church ! Why, it ’s raining ! Y ou don ’t 
go to church when it rains, do you?” 

“Why not? You went to the party last 
night when it rained, didn’t you? By the 
way, who was at the party?” 

“Oh, all the best people. Boys and girls 
from the best families. That’s what I heard 
a lady say. I asked why one of my friends 
was not there. She said his folks did not 
belong to the best people. I don’t know 
what she meant. I think it’s just because 
they live in a small house. Why do they 
call the rich people and those who live in 
big houses ‘the best people?’ ” 

“They don’t, in my town, the City of Is- 
To-Be.” 

“Don’t they?” 

“They used to do so, but they have 
changed all that.” 

“Who changed it?” 


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MR. FRIEND-O’-MAN 


‘‘Mr. and Mrs. Friend-o’-Man and their 
friends.’’ 

“How did they do that'?” 

“Well, if yon will promise to get np as 
soon as I am through, and not go to sleep, 
while I am talking. I’ll tell you.” ‘ 

With that the Wise-and- Wonder-Man 
threw back his green-leaf coat, leaned his 
gray umbrella against the bed, crossed his 
legs and began: 

As I told you, when Mr. Friend-o’-Man 
came to the city of As-It-Is, everybody was 
curious to see him and Mrs. Friend-o’-Man. 
The people called and left their cards, and 
gave the Friend-o’-Mans many invitations 
to dinners and parties and balls. 

After a while a lady remarked to Mrs. 
Friend-o’-Man that she supposed they 
would have a house-warming and give a 
grand party. Mrs. Friend-o’-Man said she 
thought it would be delightful. 

That very night she consulted her hus- 
band. It was agreed that they should have 
a house-warming and give a grand party. 
But they did not know just how to pro- 


MR. FRIEND- O’-MAN’S PARTY 


33 


ceed. The city was still strange to them, 
the people were strange, and many of the 
customs were strange. They decided that 
they must have some one to advise and 
help them. So they engaged a social sec- 
retary. Her name was Miss Just-the- 
Thing. She had lived in the city all her 
life and knew all the people and just what 
to do. Mr. Friend-0 ’-Man told her they 
wanted to open their house and give a 
great party to as many of the best people 
as their house would hold, to all of which 
the secretary replied, ‘‘Very nice; that 
would be just the thing!” 

“But whom shall we invite?” asked 
Mr. Friend-0 ’-Man. 

“Oh, all the best people,” said Miss Just- 
the-Thing. 

“The best people?” asked Mr. Friend-o’- 
Man. “And who are they?” 

Ever since Mr. Friend-o’-Man had come 
to town he had frequently heard the words, 
“the best people.” When the grocer called 
and asked for his trade, he said, “The best 
people trade with me.” When the market- 
man came he said, “The best people buy 


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MR. FRIEND-O’-MAN 


of me/’ When the president of the 
club invited them to join, he said, “The 
best people all belong.” On the very first 
Sunday morning after Mr. Priend-o’-Man 
came to town he was told, you remember, 
that the “best people” went to the big, 
beautiful church on the hill. Mr. Priend- 
o’-Man had never made out how they de- 
cided who the best people were, so that was 
why he asked Miss Just-the-Thing, “The 
best people? Who are they?” 

“Why,” she replied, hest people, 

the people who are always invited to such 
things. I cannot exactly say who they are, 
or tell all their names this minute, but I will 
make a list of them. 

“There are Mr. and Mrs. Money-Maker, 
and Mr. Have-Much and his wife, Mr. Por- 
tunate and his wife, Mr. Ad. Vantage and 
his wife, Mr. and Mrs; Well-Born, Mr. and 
Mrs. Big-House, Mr. and Mrs. White- 
Hands; then there’s Mrs. Up-to-Date and 
her husband, Mrs. Late-Style and her hus- 
band, and Mrs. Many-Servants, Miss High- 
Brow,”— Miss Just-the-Thing paused. 

“Then,” said Mr. Priend-o’-Man, “there 


MR. FRIEND- O’-MAN’S PARTY 35 

are Mr. and Mrs. Good-Neighbor across 
the way. They are very fine people, and 
we shall, of course, invite them.” 

‘^Oh, no!” said the secretary. ‘‘They 
are good folks, no doubt, and kind neigh- 
bors, but they do not associate with our 
best people, as you will find out. I never 
saw them at one of our big affairs. I do 
not believe they would know how to act. 
As for Mrs. Good-Neighbor, you know, 
Mrs. Friend-0 ’-Man, there’s no style about 
her.” 

“Then,” said Mr. Friend-o’-Man, 
“there’s Mr. Quick-Figure at the bank. 
He has been very kind to us.” 

“Impossible!” said Miss Just-the-Thing. 
“Why, he’s only a clerk in Mr. Money- 
Maker’s bank. I do not believe he has a 
dress suit to his name, and he lives in 
a little bit of a house.” 

“And there’s Mr. Work-Hard,” said Mr. 
Friend-o’-Man. “ He’s one of the best men 
I ever met.” 

“Mr. Work-Hard? the mason? You 
surely would not think of inviting a man 
whose hands are as rough as his! That 


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would never do. And his wife’s hands are 
just as red as his are rough.” 

“Of course,” said Mrs. Friend-o’-Man, 
“I should like to invite Mrs. Swift-Needle, 
the dressmaker, and Mrs. Good-Taste, the 
milliner. They are both kind, good women; 
among the best I know.” 

“But, my dear Mrs. Friend-o’-Man, 
Mrs. Swift-Needle makes all Mrs. Late- 
Style’s dresses and Mrs. Good-Taste trims 
all Mrs. Up-to-Date’s hats! They may be 
good people and kind people and all that, 
but, in our city, we do not call them ‘the 
best people.’ Mrs. Late-Style and Mrs. 
Up-to-Date would never expect to meet 
them at any party which they attended.” 

“Then, there’s Miss Bright-Mind,” said 
Mrs. Friend-o’-Man. 

“But Miss Bright-Mind is only a gov- 
erness. Mrs. Many-Servants would be 
quite shocked to find her here.” 

“Well, anyway,” said Mr. Friend-o’- 
Man, “there are Dr. and Mrs. Great-Heart. 
They are doing a wonderful work for the 
poor people of the city.” 

“Yes, they are doing a noble work, and 


MR FRIEND- O’-MAN’S PARTY 37 

we all honor them, but they live in the 
valley. No valley folks, you know, are in 
the best circles.’’ 

By this time Mr. Priend-o’-Man began 
to see whom they meant when they spoke 
of “the best people.” It was the people 
with big houses, and much money, and beau- 
tiful clothes, and great advantages; people 
who did not work with their hands or who 
did not work at all. How good or wise or 
courteous or kind or brave or unselfish they 
were had nothing to do with it. He was 
greatly surprised and grieved. 

“This is not the way things are in the 
country where I came from,” said Mr. 
Friend-0 ’-Man. “I am quite sure I would 
not enjoy a party like that. I want the 
very best people there are at our party.” 

“But how will you set about finding 
them?” asked Miss Just-the-Thing. 

That was just the question. 

Mr. Friend-0 ’-Man thought and thought. 
Finally, his face lighted. He had an idea 
that he thought might work. He sent 
for the newspaper reporter, who came 
promptly. 


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MR. FRIEND-O’-MAN 


‘‘When you called,” said Mr. Friend-o’- 
Man, “you were good enough to say that 
you would be glad to help me at any time, 
did you not?” 

“Certainly,” said the reporter. “I am 
glad you remember. What can I do for 
you?” 

“I want to find out who are the very best 
people in this town; not those who go to 
your best parties and are called your best 
people, but those who really are the best. 
How would a newspaper contest do?” 

“Pine!” said the reporter. “How shall 
we manage it?” 

They at once agreed upon a plan that 
seemed very fair indeed. They called it 
the “Who’s Who Contest.” 

There was much wonderment as to why 
the paper was conducting this contest. 
Many people said it was just by way of 
advertising; other people smiled at it, 
yet everybody was interested. 

On an appointed day, the city newspaper 
contained, in a corner of the first page, the 
following verses, .with space for the sign- 
ing of names, and full directions for voting. 


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MR. FRIEND-O’-MAN’S PARTY 

Here are the verses: 

WHO’S WHO' IN AS-IT-IS? 

This newspaper would like 
to know 

Who are the best and most useful 
citizens in the city. 

Everybody think and everybody vote! 


Who are the noblest folks you know, 

Men and women, high and low? 

Who are the pleasantest people you meet, 
Who scatter sunshine along the street? 

Who are the honestest folks in their work? 
Faithful to duty and never shirk? 

Who are the bravest people in town, 

Who smile and laugh their troubles down? 

Who are the folks of kindest heart. 

You meet in the club or in the mart? 

Who are the finest folks there be. 

In love and generosity? 

Of all the city’s varied host. 

Who are the ones you’d miss the most? 
Who are the Who-est Who’s you know? 
Write their names on the lines below. 


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MR. FRIEND-O’-MAN 


Some wanted to vote for themselves, but as 
each one had to sign his name, no one 
dared to do that. But Mr. Up-to-Date 
voted for Mrs. Up-To-Date, and Mrs. Up- 
to-Date voted for Mr. Up-to-Date. Mrs. 
Have-Much said she would vote for Mrs. 
Fortunate if Mrs. Fortunate would vote 
for her. Mr. Well-Born and his friends 
voted almost entirely for those persons who 
were in “their set.” 

But most people voted honestly. It was 
very interesting to read the lists as they 
came in. Mrs. Money-Maker said she just 
must vote for Mrs. Good-Neighbor, she had 
been so good to her boy, and Mr. Money- 
Maker said he was going to put down the 
name of Mr. Quick-Figure, for nobody else 
would vote for him, and he was a really 
good fellow. Mr. Big-Hotise said the mason 
ought to have a vote, for he built him so 
good a house. Mrs. Late-Style wrote down 
the name of Mrs. Swift-Needle, because she 
was “such a good soul!’^ When Mrs. Up- 
to-Date got down to the last line she said, 
“I am going to vote for, Mrs. Good-Taste, 
and I shall tell her so.” 


MR. FRIEND-O’-MAN’S PARTY 41 

There were stacks and stacks of votes. 
Thousands of persons received at least one 
vote. And hundreds of persons received 
many votes. 

People were eager to know who had re- 
ceived the most votes, of course, — especially 
those who belonged to the “best people.’’ 
But all the newspaper would say was that, 
on the proper occasion, in the near future, 
the result would be announced. 

The next week the paper contained an 
item that made everybody on the hill almost 
forget the contest. It said that Mr. and 
Mrs. Friend-0 ’-Man, “our distinguished 
newcomers,” were soon to give a great re- 
ception to the four hundred best people of 
the city. Invitations were soon to be issued. 
It would be a most unusual and wonderful 
event. Nothing of the kind had ever been 
known in the history of the city. 

Such excitement as there was in the 
houses on the hill! Mrs. Have-Much and 
Mrs. Big-House hurried to the jeweler’s, 
one for a diamond brooch and the other 
for a new string of pearls. Mrs. Dress- 
Well and Miss High-Brow ordered new 


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gowns to be made at once. Mrs. Green- 
Lawn ordered a new fur wrap, and Mrs. 
Money-Maker ordered new livery for her 
chauffeur. For although they had not yet 
received invitations, they had no doubt 
that they would receive them. For many 
years there had been no party for the best 
people of the city to which they had not 
been invited. 

As the days passed and no invitations 
arrived, people began to wonder when the 
party was to be, and who would be there. 

‘‘I am dying to know!’’ said Mrs. Up-to- 
Date one afternoon to her friend Mrs. Late- 
Style. 

That very evening the paper contained 
this item: ‘‘Invitations have been issued to- 
day by Mr. and Mrs. Friend-o’-Man for a 
reception in their new home. The city’s 
four hundred best people are invited.” 

What a ringing of telephones there was 
in certain houses that evening ! 

“Have you received your invitation?” 

“No, not yet.” 

“It will probably come in the morning. 
Mails are terribly slow these days.” 


MR. FRIEND- O’-MAN’S PARTY 


43 


‘‘Oh, of course you will be invited! They 
couldn’t have a party without you.” 

What a ringing of telephones there was 
in certain houses the next morning, after 
the postman had made his rounds and still 
there were no invitations. 

“I am sure it is very strange,” said one. 
“Why, I can’t understand it, at all. And 
the party is to be so soon, too.” 

What a ringing of telephones there was 
in certain houses for several days, as the 
day of the party approached and no invi- 
tations arrived. 

“It is the strangest thing I ever heard!” 
said Mrs. Money-Maker. “I cannot under- 
stand it at all.” 

“I do not know a dozen people who have 
been incited,” said Mrs. Dress- Well, “and 
most of those who are invited are people I 
have never spoken to in my life.” 

“It’s outrageous!” said Mrs. Well-Born. 
“Evidently, it’s a plan to slight us. They’ll 
find out who owns this town.” 

“I think the invitations got lost in the 
mail,” said Mrs. Many-Servants. “That’s 
the only way I can explain it.” 


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MR. FRIEND-O’-MAN 


‘‘Well, it’s a mystery to me/^ said Miss 
High-Brow. 

“It’s a very great mystery to me/^ said 
Mrs. Fortunate, “and I cannot solve it.” 

It was a mystery, surely, but in time it 
cleared. On the evening of the party the 
paper explained it. There was an article 
on the first page entitled : 

WHO’S WHO IN AS-IT-IS! 


RESULTS OF OUR UNIQUE VOTING CONTEST 


Citizens themselves select four hundred 
best people. Mr. and Mrs. Friend-o’-Man 
invite to their party to-night those selected 
in the contest. 

Full list to be published to-morrow. 


Then came the party. And what a 
party it was! Nearly all the four hundred 
named in the contest were there. Some 
had dress suits and some had not. Some 
had evening gowns and some had not. 
Every one had on his best and his best 
was good enough. Everybody was friendly 


MR FRIEND-O’-MAN’S PARTY 45 

I 

and kind, and so everybody was happy. 
They had music and games, ice cream and 
cake and many other delicious things. The 
finest people were there, and the pleas- 
antest people, the most faithful people, and 
the bravest people, and the kindest people. 
Some lived on the hill and some lived in 
the valley, and some, like Mr. Friend-o’- 
Man, lived in between. Mr. and Mrs. Good- 
Neighbor were there, Mr. and Mrs. Quick- 
Figure were there, Mr. and Mrs. Work- 
Hard, also Mr. and Mrs. B. Honest, 
Mrs. Swift-Needle, Mrs. Good-Taste, Miss 
Bright-Mind, Dr. and Mrs. Great-Heart. 
Then there was Mr. Punch-It, the friendly 
conductor; Mrs. How-Do-You-Do, who 
lived in a fine house; Mrs. Bake- Well from 
the bakery; Mrs. Put-It-Out, the fire- 
man’s widow; and a lot of people from the 
Church of the Friendly Heart. Oh, I can- 
not begin to tell the names of all who were 
there. They were all published in the 
paper next day, of course, when a full ac- 
count of the party was given. The news- 
paper called it a very democratic party. 

Of course, there was great indignation 


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among the people who lived on the hill who 
had not been invited. They said many 
horrid things about Mr. and Mrs. Friend- 
o’-Man. But when they found out how the 
guests were chosen, and that they them- 
selves had really helped to select them, they 
could not, of course, blame Mr. and Mrs. 
Friend-0 ’-Man, and their indignation 
changed to great disappointment. 

The party was so successful, and every- 
body was so glad to honor those who had 
been chosen as the really best people of the 
city, that many similar parties were given. 
Friends of Mr. Friend-o’-Man in the 
Church of the Friendly Hearts gave parties 
for them. Other people gave parties for 
them, and soon it was quite the style to 
do \^hat Mr. and Mrs. Friend-o’-Man had 
done. 

Before long the term ‘‘the best people” 
came to have a new meaning in the city. 
It no longer meant the people who had the 
most money or the best clothes or the big- 
gest houses or the most servants or the 
greatest advantages. It meant those who 
were the best in character. 


MR. FRIEND-O’-MAN’S PARTY 


47 


‘‘And that’s what it means to-day in the 
City of Is-To-Be,” said the Wise-and- 
Wonder-Man, as he reached for his nm- 
brella and buttoned up his green-leaf rain 
coat. 

“Don’t go yet,” said Query. 

“I must go or I shall be late to church. 
Besides, here comes your mother.” There 
was a faint tinkle-tankle-tinkle-tanMe-tink, 
and he was out of the window and away. 

“Yes, Mother,” said Query, jumping out 
of bed a few minutes afterward, “I was 
just getting up. I must hurry to get ready 
for church.” 

“Mother,” said Query a little later, as 
they sat at the breakfast table, “why do 
they call the people with lots of money and 
things ‘the best people'?’ ” 

“I am sure I do not know, my son.” 

“Nor I,” said Query. 




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THE MAGIC GLASSES 

It was Sunday afternoon. The rays of 
the warm yellow October sun fought their 
way through the long-ribbed leaves of the 
big chestnut tree and fell on the head of 
Query Queer, as he half-sat, half-lay 
against its shaggy trunk. He had been 
picking up nuts and now was looking won- 
deringly at a great bur which he held with 
care in his fingers. 

“Isn’t it queer,” he mused, “that such a 
rough bur — Ouch! It’s sharp!” That in- 
stant he heard a thud and a tinkle and a 
bit of jolly laughter. 

“Good afternoon. Query.” 

“Why, good afternoon, Mr. Wise-and- 
Wonder-Man. Where did you come 
from?” 

“Oh, I just fell down in this big chestnut 
bur. I hid in it, so you wouldn’t see me. 

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I guess I was too heavy and it fell down. 
What were you wondering about just now 
when you pricked your fingers?’’ 

‘‘I was only thinking how queer it was 
that such a rough bur should have inside 
of it such a smooth, shiny nut.” 

‘Wes,” said the Wise-and- Wonder-Man, 
“and that such a dark brown nut should 
have such a white kernel.” 

“I know it,” said Query. “Funny, isn’t 
it?” 

“No funnier, I suppose, than that people 
who wear rough clothes have smooth skins 
under them and those who have dark skins 
often have white souls. What have you 
been .doing. Query?” 

“I have been gathering nuts this after- 
noon. I was at Sunday-school this morn- 
ing.” 

“I hope you like Sunday-school.” 

“Oh, yes! We have a dandy teacher. 
He gives us a chance to talk things over 
and tell what we think about them. To-day 
we were studying about Philip and the 
Ethiopian and about people of different 
colors. I suppose you have colored people 


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in the country you come from, — black 
people, brown people, yellow people?” 

‘‘Oh, yes! And blue people, and green 
people, and red people.” 

“Why, how funny they must look!” in- 
terrupted Query. 

“Oh, not funny at all. You h^ve to look 
sharp to see the color and you must have 
on just the right glasses — this kind,” and 
the Wise-and- Wonder-Man put on his nose 
the most beautiful pair of glasses that 
Query Queer had ever seen. The glasses 
looked clearer than glass and the rims more 
golden than gold. 

“Those are beautiful glasses,” said 
Query Queer. “Does everybody in your 
city wear that kind?” 

“Almost everybody, now. They didn’t 
wear them a few years ago. They used to 
wear other kinds. I have here a pair of 
the old ones such as some folks used to 
wear. Put them on.” 

“Why, how coarse and ugly they make 
you look!” said Query. “Your face is as 
rough as a thimble and as red as a tomato, 
and your hair looks like hay!” 


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‘‘Exactly; they are called the Critical 
Magnifying Glasses. They show you every- 
body’s faults and make the faults look very 
big. If you wear them, they make every- 
body look bad and coarse and unpleasant. 
Here’s a pair of another kind. Just put 
these on ajnoment.” 

“Why, how small you look!” exclaimed 
Query. “No larger than Tom Thumb; and 
your face is about as big as this chestnut 
bur.” 

“Quite right. Those are what we call 
Scornful Telescope Glasses. You see they 
work like a telescope, if you look through 
the wrong end. They make everybody you 
look at seem small and mean and about as 
big as a peanut. Now, just put this pair 
on for a minute,” he continued, as he took 
the glasses from his nose and put them on 
Query’s nose. 

“Why, how beautiful!” exclaimed 
Query. “They make everything look so 
bright and clear. What kind of glasses do 
you call these?” 

“The Magic Insight Glasses.” 

“Insight Glasses?” echoed Query. 


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‘‘Yes, because with them you can see cer- 
tain qualities that are in people, — qualities 
that do not show at all on the outside. 
They are like the x-ray.’’ 

“They’re wonderful glasses. Who in- 
vented them?” 

“I don’t know, I’m sure, but Mr. Friend- 
o’-Man brought to our city the first pair 
that we had ever seen. They were the kind 
he wore. You remember I told you he 
sometimes wore a wonderful pair of 
glasses. Did I ever tell you about those 
magic glasses of his, and what they did? 
No? Well,” said he, looking at a tiny 
watch on the back of his left wrist, “I have 
a few minutes. I’ll tell you now.” 

Not so very long after Mr. Friend-o’- 
Man came to the City of As-It-Is, a city 
Koll of Honor was proposed. The idea 
was that all citizens who had performed 
notable services for the city or the coun- 
try might have their names put on it. A 
few men were selected, and some of these 
were to be a committee to select those 
worthy of the honor. There were Mr. 


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Friend-0 ’-Man, Mr. Fair-Play, Mr. Think- 
Right, Mr. Whiteman — I have forgotten 
many of their names but it doesn’t matter. 

They met and talked and talked and 
talked about who should be chosen and how 
they should be chosen. At length, when 
many of the questions were quite settled 
and they were about to adjourn, some one 
said, “How about colored people? Shall 
we let them in?” 

“Let them in!” exclaimed Mr. White- 
man. “Of course not; I shouldn’t think of 
such a thing. Quite absurd and impos- 
sible! Only pure white folks should have 
their names on this roll and wear the badge 
of honor.” 

There was much discussion, and finally 
some one said: “I should like to hear what 
Mr. Friend-0 ’-Man thinks about this mat- 
ter. He’s a wise and just man whom we all 
trust, and, besides, he comes from another 
country. He has had experience and is 
quite unprejudiced.” 

“I think,” said Mr. Friend-o’-Man, 
after a moment, “that Mr. Whiteman is 
correct. No man who is colored should be 


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admitted. We want men who are white, 
white all through, and only white men. 
But is it not sometimes rather difficult to 
tell who is white and wtio is colored? We 
ought to see to it that we make no mis- 
take.” 

“That’s quite true,” said Mr. White- 
man. “It would be disgraceful if some 
person who looks white but who is really 
colored should get in.” 

“I may say that I have a wonderful 
pair of glasses here,” said Mr. Friend-o’- 
Man, indicating his upper left vest-pocket, 
“such as are used in the country where I 
came from, by which we can make no 
mistake. They have marvelously penetrat- 
ing power. Color, you know, is on the in- 
side of the skin. It does not always show 
through. But with these glasses you can 
detect it. The glasses cannot be deceived.” 

It was decided that there should be a 
committee of three who should select those 
persons worthy to have their names put on 
the Roll of Honor. It was understood that 
the judges should take particular care that 
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“I move/’ said Mr. Whiteman, ‘‘that 
Mr. Friend-0 ’-Man be made Chief Judge. 
He realizes the importance of this thing, 
and besides, he has the marvelous glasses.” 

So Mr. Friend-0 ’-Man was chosen Chief 
Judge. There were two others, Mr. Fair- 
Play and Mr. Think-Right. Mr. Wliite- 
man was chosen as the Challenger. It was 
his duty to object if he thought any one 
whose name was proposed was not fit for 
the honor. There was also a Scribe who 
was to keep, in a book, the records of all 
whose names might be proposed. 

On the appointed day the judges met. 
Mr. Friend-0 ’-Man sat at the head of the 
big table. Mr. Fair-Play sat on one side, 
Mr. Think-Right on the other. At the 
farther end of the table sat Mr. Whiteman, 
the Challenger, and near him the Scribe 
with a big book containing the names of 
citizens and their records. 

The Chief Judge rapped for order. 
“We are here to-day, as you know, to 
choose those whose names are to be put on 
the Roll of Honor of our great city. Are 
there any names to be proposed?” 


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‘‘Your Honor,” said a man rising and 
approaching the table, “I propose the name 
of Mr. Good-Neighbor. He is an old resi- 
dent of our city and has done much to 
make it beautiful.” 

“Mr. Good-Neighbor, will you kindly 
step forward?” said Mr. Friend-o’-Man. 
Whereat Mr. Good-Neighbor took his place 
before the judges. 

“Mr. Scribe, have you the record?” 

“I have, sir. His record is one of 
distinguished service. There is nothing 
against him.” 

“Mr. Whiteman,” asked Mr. Friend-o’- 
Man inquiringly of the Challenger, “have 
you any question or objection?” 

“I have no question or objection, sir,” 
replied Mr. Whiteman. 

The judges conferred a moment and 
then Mr. Good-Neighbor’s name was placed 
on the Roll. 

“Next,” announced the Chairman, as 
the Chief Judge was sometimes called. 

“Your Honor,” said a distinguished 
looking man, “I propose the name of our 
great and good citizen and soldier. General 


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Victor. His services in the late war are 
familiar to you all.”. 

General Victor, erect and dignified, 
stepped forward. 

‘‘Mr. Scribe,” asked the Judge with a 
nod, “what is his record'?” 

“His record is, of course, one of distin- 
guished service to his country.” 

“Mr. Whiteman,” asked the Judge, 
“have you any objection?” 

“Certainly there can be no objection or 
question, ” he replied. 

General Victor was, of course, quickly 
chosen to have his name placed on the Eoll. 

“Next!” said the Chief Judge. 

“Your Honor,” said the next speaker, 
“I propose the name of Captain Blackman. 
You all have heard of his record in the 
war. He has, as you all see, a medal for 
unusual bravery. He has brought honor to 
our army and nation.” 

As his name was called. Captain Black- 
man stepped forward. He was a Negro. 
The Distinguished Service Medal hung on 
his left breast. His left coat-sleeve was 
empty. 


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“Mr. Scribe,” said Mr. Priend-o’-Man, 
“have you the record'?” 

“I have, sir. It is a record of honor- 
able service and of distinguished bravery. 
He lost his arm in the war, as you see.” 

“Mr. Whiteman^” said the Judge. 

“I object,” said Mr. Whiteman emphati- 
cally. “I challenge him.” 

It had been agreed that if any one were 
challenged, he should be asked to remain 
until all the names had been considered. 
Accordingly, Captain Blackman took his 
place on a seat indicated by the judge. 

“Next,” said the Chairman. 

“Your Honor,” said a well-known man, 
propose the name of Mr. Nippon. He 
has long been a successful merchant among 
us. He has given generously to all good 
causes. He has been a noble friend to the 
poor.” 

Mr. Nippon stepped forward. He was 
short and dark, with jet black hair and a 
serious but pleasant face. 

“Mr. Scribe?” said the Chairman, nod- 
ding toward the end of the table. 

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long, honorable, and distinguished public 
service.” 

“Mr. Whiteman?” inquired the Chair- 
man. 

“I challenge him!” said Mr. Whiteman 
without delay. 

Mr. Nippon took his seat beside Cap- 
tain Blackman. 

“Next!” said the Chairman. 

“Your Honor,” said the next speaker, “I 
have the pleasure of presenting the name 
of Mr. Wong. He came to this country a 
poor lad, many years ago. He now, as you 
know, is at the head of our great Laundry 
Works, and is a good citizen. His son was 
killed fighting for our country.” 

Mr. Wong stepped forward. He was a 
slight man, rather pale, and his eyes were 
a bit slanting. 

“Mr. Scribe,” said the Judge, “is his 
name in the books?” 

“It is, your Honor. The record is that 
of a noble and honorable citizen.” 

“Mr. Whiteman, have you any objec- 
tion?” 

“I have, sir,” said Mr. Whiteman, “I 


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challenge him.’^ At which Mr. Wong took 
a seat beside Captain Blackman and Mr. 
Nippon. 

Many other persons whose names I 
have now forgotten were proposed, and as 
they were not challenged they were chosen. 
They had their names put on the great 
Roll of Honor. 

^‘And now,” said Mr. Friend-o’-Man, 
‘^we shall consider the names of those who 
have been challenged. First, Captain 
Blackman. Mr. Whiteman, will you kindly 
state the reason for your objection*?” 

object to him,” said Mr. Whiteman, 
‘‘because of his race. He is a Negro.” 

“And Mr. Nippon?” 

‘‘I object to him because of his race. 
He is a Japanese.” 

“And Mr. Wong?” 

“For the same reason I object to him; 
a matter of race; he is a Chinaman.” 

“Have you any other objections to these 
men, Mr. Challenger? Good words have 
been spoken of them, and the records show 
that they are brave, honorable, and useful 
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‘‘Your Honor, I have no other objec- 
tion, but I consider the objection stated as 
quite sufficient. Their records may be good, 
but they are not enough to give them a 
place on our Roll. That Roll is for white 
men only. These men are colored, every 
one of them, and, as you will recall, no 
colored man can have his name on the 
Roll.’’ 

“Colored?” asked Mr. Friend-o’-Man. 
“These men colored, jovl say. What color, 
pray?” and taking out his glasses he put 
them on and looked at. the men before him. 

“Yes, colored, as everybody can see,” 
said Mr. Whiteman. “One is black, one is 
brown, and one is yellow.” 

“You must be mistaken, Mr. White- 
man,” said Mr. Friend-o’-Man. 

“Mistaken!” echoed Mr. Whiteman. 
“Why, anybody with half an eye can see 
that they are colored.” 

“Well, perhaps with half an eye one 
might,” said the Chairman with a twinkle, 
“but not with two eyes and these glasses 
of mine. These men are white, these 
glasses show, every one of them. Color, 


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you know, is on the inside, as we agreed a 
while ago. It is not always easy to detect 
it. But, as I told you, these magic glasses 
are wonderful. They make no mistakes, 
and these glasses show clearly that what- 
ever their outside color may be, these men 
are white inside. 

‘‘Mr. Fair-Play, put these glasses on 
and tell us what you see.’’ 

Mr. Fair-Play put the glasses on and 
looked at the men closely. “They are 
white,” he replied. Mr. Fair-Play was a 
man of few words. 

“Mr. Think-Right, put these glasses on, 
please.” 

“They are certainly white,” said Mr. 
Think-Right, as he handed the glasses back 
to Mr. Friend-0 ’-Man, “white as any man 
I have seen here to-day.” 

“Then,” said Mr. Friend-o’-Man, “it 
seems to me these men ought to have their 
names put on the list of distinguished and 
useful citizens.” 

Whereupon Mr. Whiteman rose from his 
seat, quite excited and angry. 

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It is an insult to white men and altogether 
ridiculous to treat a colored man, a 
‘Jap’ and a ‘Chink’ as if they were the 
same as ourselves. I think they ought to 
be kept where they belong. I say, ‘Down 
with them!’ I don’t want my name writ- 
ten side by side with one of their names. 
For my part, I shall vote against them.” 
And he sat down, his scowling face dark as 
a thunder cloud. 

“No, Mr. Whiteman,” said Mr. Friend- 
o’-Man, “I don’t think you will.” 

While Mr. Whiteman had been speak- 
ing, Mr. Friend-0 ’-Man had been looking at 
him steadily through the magic glasses. 
He looked first astonished and then 
grieved. It was something that he saw 
which made him say, 

“No, Mr. Whiteman, I do not think 
you will vote against them. The fact is, 
I regret to say, that you will not be per- 
mitted to vote at all.” 

“Not vote'? Why not?” demanded Mr. 
Whiteman angrily. 

“Because,” said Mr. Friend-o’-Man, sor- 
rowfully, “you are a colored man,” 


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65 


colored gasped Mr. White- 

man, “why, my skin is as white as yours.’’ 

“Yes, your skin looks white, but my 
glasses show that you are colored inside. 
There is nothing to do, according to our 
rule, but to take your name from the list. 
My fellow- judges, I am sure, will agree.” 

And agree they did. 

So Captain Blackman, Mr. Nippon and 
Mr. Wong had their names put on the great 
Roll, because they were white; and the 
name of Mr. Whiteman was taken off, be- 
cause he was colored. 

When the Roll of Honor was entirely 
complete, it had on it the names of many 
whose skin was black, or brown, or yellow, 
but all were white folks inside. Their souls 
were white. 

So it came about in the City of Is-To-Be 
that the term “colored man” came to mean 
one who was colored inside. 

The Wise-and- Wonder-Man paused and 
looked once more at the little watch on the 
back of his left wrist. “It’s late and I 
must go. My air-ship will soon be here.” 


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‘‘Is that all you can tell me to-day?’’ 
asked Query Queer. 

“About all there is to that story.” 

“What color was Mr. Whiteman on the 
inside?” asked Query. 

“Black. His heart was full of hate. He 
was not just, or fair, or brotherly.” 

“Were there any other men who had 
white skins and were colored inside, so that 
they could not be chosen?” 

“Oh, yes, there were some whose minds 
and speech were not pure; they were col- 
ored brown inside, brown as mud. There 
were some who were violent and cruel; they 
were red inside, red as a hot coal. And 
there were some who were cowards; they 
were yellow inside, yellow as mustard. And 
there were some who were mean and jeal- 
ous and envious, and they were green in- 
side, green as a cat’s eye.” 

“It must be wonderful,” said Query 
Queer, “to see folks’ really-truly inside 
color.” 

“It is,” said the Wise-and-Wonder-Man. 

“I wish I had a pair of those Magic In- 
sight Glasses. Where can I get a pair?” 


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67 


^‘Make them,” said the Wise-and- Won- 
der-Man. 

''Make them"?” echoed Query Queer. 
‘Wes, make a pair.” 

One glass is made of right Good Will, 

The other of Fair Play ; 

The rim is but the Golden Rule, 

Go make a pair. Good-Day! 



IV 


THE NEIGHBORHOOD 

Query Queer sat on the front steps in 
the soft morning light, his chin resting on 
his right hand and his right elbow resting 
on his right knee. A book lay open on his 
lap but he was not reading it. He was 
looking out dreamily at the fine lawns, big 
trees, and gay gardens across the street. 

“I wonder where the Wise-and- Wonder- 
Man is?’’ he thought to himself. 
haven’t seen him for a long time.” 

Tinkle-tankle-tinkle-tankle-tink! 

‘H’ll give you one guess,” said a laugh- 
ing voice, as a merry little creature in blue 
plumped himself down by Query’s side, to 
the gentle jingle of bells. 

‘‘Why, Mr. Wise-and-Wonder-Man, I 
was just thinking about you, and here you 
are!” 

“Of course; whenever you think of any 

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person, you bring that person near, you 
know.’’ 

‘‘You certainly did surprise me,” said 
Query. 

“Yes, I like surprises, don’t you? What 
were you thinking about just now? Some- 
thing pleasant, I am sure.” 

“Oh, I was just thinking what a nice 
neighborhood this is, with its trees and 
grass and gardens and nice houses. How 
glad I am that I live in it and not in the 
other neighborhood down by the railroad! 
They say this is the best neighborhood in 
town. I suppose you live in the best neigh- 
borhood in Is-To-Be.‘” 

“I live in the only neighborhood there is. 
We have only one neighborhood.” 

“Why, you have the hill and the valley 
and in between. ” 

“I know, but it’s all one neighborhood. 
We have a song about that. You know 
that, in the old city, before they changed the 
name, we used to have two neighborhoods, 
and the people in one had nothing to do 
with the people in the other; but now that’s 
all changed.” 


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‘^What changed the neighborhood?’’ 
asked Query. 

‘‘Oh, lots of things happened to change 
it. Mr. Priend-o’-Man helped. I see you 
don’t know the story. I think I shall have 
time to tell it before you go to church.” 

So saying, he crossed his legs, held one 
knee in his clasped hands, and began. 

Mr. Priend-o’-Man, as you understand 
by now, was interested in all kinds of folks. 
He spent much time in the valley and be- 
came a friend of the people who lived there. 
He watched the boys; he saw that they 
had no playground, so they played in the 
streets; they had no green front yards or 
parks, so they played in the back yards and 
alleys. They had no library, , so they bor- 
rowed or bought cheap books from one an- 
other. They had few good friends and 
many who were not good. 

“This should not be,” thought he. “We 
must give them playgrounds and parks and 
nice yards and good books and friends, or 
these boys will not be good. I must find 
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group of rich families who live on the hill. 
There are four of them. I will go to one of 
them. I will ask Mr. Care-Little, the 
banker.’’ 

So Mr. Priend-o’-Man went to Mr. 
Care-Little, the banker. He found him 
seated at his beautiful desk in his beauti- 
ful office. 

‘‘Good morning, Mr. Care-Little,” said 
he. ‘ ‘ My name is Friend-o ’-Man. ’ ’ 

“Yes, Mr. Priend-o’-Man, I have heard 
of you. What can I do for you'?” 

“I came to ask whether you would care 
to help your neighbors'?” 

“Help my neighbors'? Why, of course. 
Which ones?” 

“Some boys,” replied Mr. Priend-o’- 
Man. “There is Tony Lorretto, and Abram 
Moskowitz, and a lot of them whose names 
I don’t know.” 

‘ ‘ Tony Lorretto ? Abram Moskowitz ? I 
do not know them. Where do they live?” 

“On Factory Street.” 

“Factory Street!” exclaimed Mr. Care- 
Little. “That’s not in my neighborhood. 
These are not neighbors of mine.” 


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• ‘‘They need your help, Mr. Care-Little. 
They need playgrounds and green yards 
and books and friends. Won’t you help 
them'?” 

“Not I!” said Mr. Care-Little. “Let 
their fathers and mothers look after them.” 

“But their fathers and mothers are poor, 
and some of them are ignorant.” 

“Then let the police do it. I will look 
after my boys and the things of my neigh- 
borhood. That’s enough for me. Let Fac- 
tory Street look after its own children. 
Good day, sir.” 

“Good day, Mr. Care-Little,” said Mr. 
Friend-0 ’-Man. “But some day you will 
understand.” 

“Understand'?” questioned Mr. Care- 
Little. 

“Yes, you will understand.” 

Mr. FHend-o’-Man went into many 
homes in the valley. He found many sick 
people, among them some who had fever 
and who coughed. The houses were often 
damp and close and ill-smelling. The win- 
dows were shut tight and the rooms were 
crowded with many folks. 


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When Mr. Friend-o’-Man saw this he 
was distressed. “This must not be,” he 
thought, “or many of them will get sick. 
We must teach these people how to care 
for the sick, to keep clean, to ventilate their 
houses and make them sweet. I must find 
some one to help me. Now there is Mr. 
Do-Little, the clubman. I will ask him.” 

So Mr. Friend-0 ’-Man went to see Mr. 
Do-Little, the clubman, whom he found in 
an easy chair at the club. 

“Good afternoon, Mr. Do-Little,” he 
said. “My name is Friend-o’-Man.” 

“Glad to see you, Mr. Friend-o’-Man. 
What can I do for you^” 

“I came to see whether you would help 
your neighbors.” 

“Help my neighbors? Of course, if I 
can. Which neighbors need my help?” 

“They live on Factory Street.” 

“Factory Street? Why, that’s in the 
valley. Thank goodness, they are not my 
neighbors.” 

“But they need your help. There are 
many sick among them. Their homes are 
full of fever and coughing. We must teach 


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them to care for themselves, to keep clean, 
to ventilate their houses, and to make them 
sweet. You surely will help?” 

‘ ‘ Not I ! ” said Mr. Do-Little. ‘ ‘ Let them 
take care of themselves and their own 
houses. I will take care of mine. Good 
day, Mr. Priend-o’-Man, I am sorry to 
disappoint you.” 

‘^Good day, Mr. Do-Little. But some 
day you will understand.” 

Understand?” 

‘^Yes, you will understand.” 

As Mr. Priend-o’-Man walked through 
the valley, he saw that the gray, shabby 
houses were cheap and old and built of 
wood, and that many of them had.no fire- 
escapes. When Mr. Priend-o’-Man saw 
this he was troubled. ^‘This must not be,” 
he thought. ^‘Some day fire will break 
out ; these houses will be burned and people 
will be burned, too. We must build new 
houses and they must have fire-escapes. I 
must find some one to help build new and 
better houses. There’s Mr. Think-Little, 
the builder.” So he went straight to Mr. 
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^‘Good afternoon, sir,’’ said Mr. Think- 
Little, ‘‘and what can I do for yon"?” 

“I came to see whether you would help 
your neighbors.” 

“My neighbors'? Certainly; always 

ready. Which ones'?” 

“They live on Factory Street.” 

“Factory Street'? They are not my 
neighbors. I moved out of that neighbor- 
hood years ago, I am happy to say. I live 
on the hill.” 

“I know,” said Mr. Friend-o’-Man, “but 
these people on Factory Street need you. 
They need new houses, fire-escapes, and 
other things to make them safe. The 
houses they live in now are old and cheap. 
Some day they will burn down and people 
will be burned in them. Those houses are 
not fit to live in.” 

“Then let the people move out,” said Mr. 
Think-Little. 

“But where shall they go'?” 

“That’s their own business, not yours or 
mine. We need not talk further, Mr. 
Friend-o’-Man. There is nothing that I 
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and make it safe. Let these people look 
after theirs. Good day.’’ 

‘‘Good day, Mr. Think-Little. But some 
day you will understand.” 

“Understand?” he asked sharply. 

“Yes, some day you will understand.” 

As Mr. Friend-0 ’-Man walked through 
the valley, he saw, as anybody could see, 
that the streets were not like those on the 
hill. There they were broad and shady and 
clean. Here, in the valley, they were nar- 
row and hot and dirty. They were filled 
with dust and rubbish and flies. Mr. 
Priend-o’-Man was fearful. “This must 
not be,” thought he, “or a pestilence will 
come in which many will sicken and die. 
We must make these streets broad and 
clean, like those on the hill. I must find 
some one to help. There’s Mr. Know- 
Little, in the big house on the hill. I will 
ask him.” So he went to see Mr. Know- 
Little in the big house. 

“Good afternoon,” said Mr. Know- 
Little. “What can I do for you?” 

“I came to see whether you would help 
your neighbors.” 


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‘‘Help my neighbors'? Certainly. Which 
ones'?” 

“The folks on Factory Street.” 

“Factory Street'? Down by the railroad 
and the lumber yard'? You must be mis- 
taken in your geography.- That’s not in 
this neighborhood, I am glad to say.” 

“But they need you, Mr. Know-Little. 
Their streets are narrow, hot, and dirty. 
We must make them clean and shady and 
broad, like these on the hill, or a pestilence 
will come and people will die.” 

“I am sorry to refuse you, Mr. Friend- 
o’-Man, but there’s nothing I can do for 
you. It costs enough to help look after my 
own street. Let the people on Factory 
Street look after theirs. Good day, sir.” 

“Good day, Mr. Know-Little. But some 
day you will understand.” 

“Understand'?” 

“Yes, some day you will understand.” 

Some time after, perhaps a year and a 
day, the people of the city were startled to 
hear of a big, bold robbery. The city bank, 
Mr. Care-Little ’s bank, had been broken 
into, the safe had been opened, and thou- 


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sands of dollars stolen. The watchman had 
come upon the robbers just as they were 
finishing their job, but they got safely 
away. There were two of them, the watch- 
man said. 

The search for them was long. At last 
they were caught and brought to trial. 

The clerk called their names. Tony Lor- 
retto and Abram Moskowitz. They said 
they lived on Factory Street. Every one 
was surprised that they looked so young. 
They were quickly found guilty, of course. 
‘‘Tony Lorretto and Abram Moskowitz,’^ 
said the judge, “have you anything to say 
before sentence of the court is pronounced 
upon you"?’’ 

“Your Honor,’’ said Tony, “only this. ^ 
My father and mother died when I was a 
baby. T have had nobody to help me, like 
your rich boys. . I never had a chance. 
Make it as easy as you can. Judge.” 

Mr. Care-Little, the banker, was there. 
And Mr. Priend-o’-Man was there. They 
went out of the court-room side by side and 
walked home together, for Mr. Care-Little 
had something to say. 


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‘‘Mr. Priend-o’-Man/’ said Mr. Care- 
Little, “I think I understand.’’ 

“Understand what?” asked Mr. Priend- 
0 ’-Man. 

“I understand why the boys in Pactory 
Street are my neighbors ; we must take care 
of them, or we all may suffer. Besides, 
they need our help and friendship. You 
may count on me and on my help, Mr. 
Priend-o ’-Man. ” 

Soon after the robbery of Mr. Care- 
Little ’s bank, Mr. Do-Little ’s only child 
was taken ill. The doctor said it was a 
fever and shook his head gravely when 
they asked him how she was and whether 
she would get well. 

“How could she have caught the disease. 
Doctor?” asked Mr. Do-Little. 

“We must find out, if possible,” said the 
doctor. “Where has she been?” 

“Nowhere,” said Mrs. Do-Little, “except 
on this hill. We have watched her care- 
fully.”. 

“Have you a nurse-maid? Let me talk 
with her.” 

The maid was sent for. 


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Where have you been, lately?” the 
doctor asked her. 

‘‘Nowhere, Doctor, except to my home.” 

“And where is that?” 

“On Factory Street, in the little gray 
house.” 

The doctor and Mr. Do-Little went 
straight to the little gray house on Factory 
Street. They found it full of fever. It 
was close and ill-smelling. The mystery 
was solved. 

It was a long fight, but one day the baby 
began to get better. That evening Mr. 
Friend-0 ’-Man called to inquire how she 
was. As he was about to go, Mr. Do-Little 
said, looking straight into Mr. Friend-o’- 
Man’s eyes, “Sir, I think I understand 
now.” 

“Understand? Understand what?” 

“I understand that the people on Fac- 
tory Street are my neighbors. They need 
our help. We must teach them to keep well 
and care for their sick and their homes. 
You may count on me, Mr. Friend-o’- 
Man.” 

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baby got well, the fire-bells began to ring 
and the whistles began to blow and the 
engines clanged their way through the 
streets. 

Where is the fire"?” asked everybody. 

‘^On Factory Street,’^ said one who 
knew. 

The old wooden houses were burning. 
The firemen were powerless to control the 
flames. The fire leaped from house to 
house, from row to row, from block to 
block, from street to street. At last the 
factories caught fire at the foot of the hill. 
Mr. Think-Little ^s factory caught fire and 
was burned to the ground. 

When the fire was at last checked, the 
city was a sad sight. Worse than that, 
people had been caught in the tenements 
where there were no fire-escapes. Some of 
them had been badly burned, some had 
leaped from windows, and many had been 
severely injured. Firemen and volunteers 
struggled to reach the imprisoned people 
who were cut oflf from safety by flames. 
One of these volunteers was Mr. Think- 
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had no fire-escape and was taken to the hos- 
pital, dangerously injured. 

After many months he recovered, though 
he was always lame. One day, as Mr. 
Think-Little, the builder, stood on the 
street corner, looking at the ruins of his 
factory, Mr. Friend-o’-Man came down the 
street. 

^‘Grood morning, Mr. Think-Little. I 
hope your son is better.’’ 

‘‘Much better, thank you. And Mr. 
Friend-0 ’-Man,” he said, laying his hand 
on the other’s shoulder, “I understand now 
what you meant.” 

“Understand what?” asked Mr. Friend- 
o’-Man. 

“I understand that Factory Street is in 
our neighborhood, and that, if these houses 
are not made safe, not one of our buildings 
is safe. Besides, it’s not right that poor 
folks should not have houses that are just 
as safe as any on the hill. We must do 
something, Mr. Friend-o’-Man, and you 
can count on me to help.” 

Not long after the disastrous fire, the 
city newspapers announced that a plague 


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had appeared in a neighboring city. 
People were warned to clean up their 
streets and yards. But the warning came 
too late; the plague broke out on Factory 
Street. Many of the poor people died. 
The district was placed under quarantine. 
Nobody was allowed to go into the stricken 
street, or out of it. Then the people on 
the hill felt safe. 

Don’t be frightened,” said Mr. Know- 
Little, ‘^our streets and yards are clean. If 
these foreigners on Factory Street had 
kept their streets clean, they would not 
have suffered. All that the people in this 
neighborhood need to do is to keep away 
from Factory Street, and keep the people 
of Factory Street away from us.” 

But Mr. Know-Little did not stop to 
think that the same wind which blew 
through Factory Street blew over the hill; 
and that, at that very moment, it was scat- 
tering seeds of the plague on their beauti- 
ful streets. 

When the plague was finally over, there 
was sorrow in many a home on the hill, 
and deep sorrow in Mr. Know-Little ’s 


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house, for his only child had died of the 
plague. 

A meeting was called to see what could 
be done to prevent the plague from ever 
returning to the city. 

‘‘One thing is clear to my mind,” said 
Mr. Know-Little, and he looked straight at 
Mr. Friend-0 ’-Man as if he would under- 
stand: “The streets in the valley must be 
made as clean as those on the hill. We 
must make Factory Street just as healthy 
as Fountain Street. The city is all one 
neighborhood; what is bad for one is bad 
for all. I’m sorry for the people on Fac- 
tory Street who have suffered so much. 
We have been to blame. Count on me to 
do my part from now on.” 

“So ever since,” said the Wise-and- 
Wonder-Man, “the city has been one neigh- 
borhood. The people on the hill helped Mr. 
Friend-0 ’-Man to help the others. Now 
they have clean, broad streets in the valley, 
shade trees, parks and gardens, and safe 
houses with fire-escapes. People have been 
taught to care for their homes and their 


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sick; and the boys and girls have libraries 
and reading-rooms and good moving-pic- 
ture shows and playgrounds and good 
friends. Every street in the city of Is-To- 
Be is as healthful and beautiful as it can 
be made. Good-by, Query, I will see you 
soon again. 

Where he went, or how he went. Query 
Queer, for the life of him, could not tell; 
Just at that moment his mother touched 
him on the shoulder. ‘‘Why, Query! You 
almost look as if you had been asleep, and 
it’s only ten o’clock in the morning. You 
must get to bed earlier to-night. Come 
now, get ready for church.” 

That morning the minister read the story 
of the good Samaritan. 

As they were going home from church. 
Query said, “Mother, I like that story the 
minister read, and I understand it, too.” 

“I am glad. Query,” said his mother. 

“Yes; it means that we all belong to each 
other.” 




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THE SPIRIT OP THE FLAG 

It was a warm day in June, so warm 
that it was hot. Query Queer lay in the 
shadow of a maple tree in the front yard. 
He loved the ‘^feel” of the soft cool grass 
on his hands and cheeks. As he lay on his 
side, he could see the flag rippling ever so 
gently over the door. As he gazed at it 
intently, one of the stars seemed to slip 
right off the fleld of blue and float over to 
where he lay. 

Just as it reached him, he heard a tinkle- 
tankle-tinkle-tankle-tink, and a bit of a 
laugh which he recognized. He had heard 
the merry little laugh before. 

^‘Good afternoon, Mr. Wise-and-Won- 
der-Man. How did you get here without 
my seeing youT’ 

‘‘Oh, I just sailed over in my white 
air-ship. There she goes,’’ said he, point- 

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ing to what had seemed to Query Queer to 
be a star. 

‘‘Why, that’s nothing but a bit of thistle- 
down!” said Query. 

“Yes, that’s what I call my ship. The 
Thistledown/^ 

“What are you doing to-day, Mr. Wise- 
and- W onder-Man ? ’ ’ 

“I am helping with the flags to-day,” he 
replied. “You know this is Flag Day.” 

“Yes, I know,” said, Query. “The min- 
ister spoke about it in church to-day. But 
what do you do with the flags?” 

“Lots of things. I am ever so busy. 

‘T brush the dust from their glorious bars; 

I polish up their gleaming stars ; 

I fill them full of wondrous light, 

Till they shine by day, as stars by night; 

I try, by all my crafts and arts. 

To put the flag into people’s hearts.” 


“You put the flag into people’s hearts? 
That’s just what I was wondering about 
when you came along. The minister said 
this morning that we should put the flag 


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into people’s hearts. I wish you’d tell 
me how you do it.” 

‘‘Oh, there are lots of ways,” said Mr. 
W ise-and- W onder-Man. 

“Have you a flag for the City of 
Is-To-Be*?” asked Query. 

“Of course; every place has its flag.” 

“What is yours like*?” 

“It’s just like yours. We call it the 
Stars and Stripes, too.” 

“Isn’t that queer*?” said Query. 

“It is a bit strange, but then the flag is so 
beautiful that I think at least two countries 
ought to have it, don’t you*? Besides, our 
country is so far away that the flags won’t 
get mixed.” 

“And in your country,” said Query, “do 
you put the flag into the hearts of the 
people*?” 

“Certainly. Have you never heard how 
they did it, once upon a time*?” 

Query shook his head.. 

“Well, then, I will tell you.” With that 
he stretched out on the grass, leaning on 
his right elbow, and talked to Query who 
lay stretched out, leaning on his left elbow. 


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Just about the time that the City of As- 
It-Is was being changed to the City of Is- 
To-Be, a great many people came to it 
from other countries. They were called 
foreigners. They were quite different from 
the people of As-It-Is. They dressed dif- 
ferently, had different customs, and of 
course spoke other languages. Some of 
them had dark hair, dark skins, dark eyes. 
Others had light skins, light hair, high 
cheek bones, and blue eyes. Most of them 
lived in the poorest part of the valley, 
where the streets were narrowest and the 
tenements were dingiest and dirtiest. 

The people who had lived a long time in 
the city of As-It-Is did not like these for- 
eigners very well. They called them rude 
names, and did not make friends with 
them, and treated them shabbily. Their 
children often made fun of the children 
of the strangers. So it was not surpris- 
ing that many of these people became bit- 
terly disappointed and homesick, and fre- 
quently said unpleasant things about the 
city. Some of them even said bold, bad 
things about the flag. 


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When the citizens of As-It-Is heard these 
things, they were greatly troubled, and 
some of them were much excited and very 
angry. Meetings were held throughout the 
city to determine what should be done. 

One of these meetings was held in the 
Church of the Friendly Heart. Mr. 
Friend-0 ’-Man, Mr. Good-Neighbor, Mr. 
Work-Hard, and Dr. Great-Heart were all 
there. Indeed, there were so many there 
that I have forgotten their names. 

^‘They say,” said one speaker, ‘Hhat they 
do not love our country or our flag. There 
is Tony Morrelli. He says he likes the flag 
of his own country better; red and white 
and green. He thinks it is much finer than 
the Stars and Stripes.” 

‘‘And there is Max Schweitzer. He says 
he likes the red flag, with the white cross in 
the middle, and that it is much finer than 
the Stars and Stripes.” 

“And Gustaf Johannsen says the flag for 
him is the blue one with the yellow cross on 
it and red, yellow, and blue in the corner.” 

“And Alexander Margolis, who speaks 
Greek, hangs the blue flag with the white 


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bars and the white cross on the front of 
his house. He says he doesn’t want the 
Stars and Stripes.” 

“Worst of all,” said another speaker, 
“there’s Red Radical. He loves the plain 
red flag. He says ‘Down with the Stars 
and Stripes and up with the red flag!’ ” 

“It is, indeed, a very serious matter, that 
we have people among us who do not love 
our flag and do not think it the most beau- 
tiful in the world. What are we going to 
do about it?” 

“Mr. Chairman,” said a speaker rising, 
“I propose that we send these people all 
back home. If they do not like our flag, 
then let them go to a country whose flag 
they do like.” 

“Mr. Chairman,” said a second speaker, 
“I think we should put them into prison.” 

“I think, Mr. Chairman,” said a third 
speaker, much excited, “that any person 
who makes remarks about the Star 
Spangled Banner should be tarred and 
feathered and made to kiss the flag.” 

“It seems to me, Mr. Chairman,” said 
Mr. Friend-0 ’-Man calmly, “that we ought 


THE SPIRIT OF THE FLAG 95 

to put the flag into the hearts of all these 
foreigners.” 

“How would you put the flag into their 
hearts'?” asked two or three at once. 

“There are many ways of doing it,” said 
Mr. Friend-o’-Man, “if we only have the 
spirit of the flag. I think we ought to ask 
God to send us the spirit of the flag. Then 
we will know how to do it.” 

So they asked God to send them the 
spirit of the flag. 

“Before we separate,” said Mr. Priend- 
o’-Man, “perhaps some one will tell us some- 
thing more about this man. Red Radical.” 

“I can,” said a volunteer. “He is a 
poor man living in a wretched tenement. 
He has a large family and a sick wife. He 
frequently has no work, and at such times 
there is no bread in the house. He has 
lately come from a far northern country 
and knows little about our language and 
customs. He reads books and listens to 
speeches which say that this country is bad 
and its laws are not just.” 

After some further discussion the meet- 
ing adjourned. 


MR. FRIEND-O-MAN 


Not many evenings later, 
I Mr. Good-Neighbor sat by his 
library table, reading. Soft 
rays from the lamp fell upon 
his paper. As be read, his 
eyes fell upon a picture of the 

jrpi'i flag. Somehow, that picture 

I set him to thinking. 

At just that moment 

n something happened which 
Mr. Good-Neighbor did 
I not see. The door opened 


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a wee crack, just wide enough to let in a 
small, slender visitor. He was gaily clad. 
He had silk trousers (or they looked like 
silk), striped red and white. His jacket 
was blue, and his face was wreathed in stars. 
Of course it was the Spirit of the Flag. Be- 
cause he was a spirit, Mr. Good-Neighbor 
could not see him. He tripped gaily, but 
softly, across the room to where Mr. Good- 
Neighbor sat and took him by the hand. 

Mr. Good-Neighbor did not feel the hand 
in his, but, marvelous to say, at just that 
instant, he began to think about Red Radi- 
cal and his little children. ‘‘Perhaps they 
are hungry,” thought he. “Work has been 
scarce of late, and they may not have 
enough to eat.” The thought of hungry 
little children was quite dreadful. 

So, although it was quite late, he rose 
and packed a basket full of good things to 
eat. There were oranges, apples, cakes, 
and jellies, and a stack of other nice things. 
Right on top, and in the middle of the 
basket, he perched a little flag of red, white, 
and blue. 

He did not know exactly where Red 


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Eadical lived, but the Spirit of the Flag 
took him by the hand and led the way. It 
was not long before he found himself at 
the right place. He climbed a flight of 
stairs and knocked at a battered and dingy 
door. A pale, surly man opened it. 

^Hs this Mr. Radical’s house?” asked 
Mr. Good-Neighbor. 

^‘My name is Radical, yes. Who are 
you, and what is. your business?” he asked 
with a half-frightened air. 

am just a friend; I want to leave this 
basket.” 

Red made as if to close the door. 

^Ht’s for the children,” said Mr. Good- 
Neighbor, whereat Red relented and 
opened the door wider. 

‘‘Come in,” he said, with little grace. 

The basket surely came just in time, for 
there was little to eat in the house. After 
Mr. Good-Neighbor said good night, what 
shouts there were from the children, as 
they took one thing after another from the 
wonderful basket. 

“See!” said Red, Jr., as he picked up the 
little flag. “What a pretty flag!” 


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But the father only said, ‘‘Huh.” 

Not many evenings later, Dr. Great- 
Heart sat in his office. He had just fin- 
ished a hard day’s work and had settled 
down in his easy-chair to rest. As he leaned 
his head ba;ck, his eye fell on the big flag 
that hung on the wall.' At that minute the 
office door opened just wide enough and long 
enough to let in a short and slender figure 
with striped trousers, blue jacket, and a 
face wreathed in stars. 

Dr. Great-Heart could not see the Spirit 
of the Flag as he tripped over to his chair, 
or feel him as he took him gently by the 
hand. But, wonderful to relate, at just 
that moment, he thought of Bed Radical 
and his wife. He had not seen her for a 
long time. He had heard she was ill. Per- 
haps they had no money so that they could 
not send for him. He had better go and 
see. 

So he pulled on his great-coat again, took 
his bag and started out. The Spirit of 
the Flag walked by his side, to help him 
find the way. It was not long before he 
reached the place, climbed the stairs, and 


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knocked at the battered and dingy door. 
Red Radical opened it, paused a rnoment in 
surprise, and then let the doctor in. Sure 
enough. Red’s wife was sick and looked 
very pale. The doctor left some medicine. 
‘‘Just to make it look gay,” he said, “and 
to take away the bitter taste,” he stuck a 
tiny flag into the cork of the bottle, and 
with a hearty “good night” he was gone. 

When Red gave his wife the first dose of 
medicine, he removed the flag, looked at it 
on both sides, and stuck it in a vase. He 
did not throw it aside. 

A few evenings later, Mr. Work-Hard, 
the mason, sat by the table when supper 
was over, listening to his children talk 
about the parade and the band and the 
flags. As they spoke about the flags, the 
door opened just a crack for just a second, 
and there slipped in a little figure in red, 
white, and blue. Mr. Work-Hard did not 
see him. Nobody saw him, as he tripped 
over to the mason and took him by the 
hand. Strange to say, at just that instant 
Mr. Work-Hard chanced to think of Red 
Radical. 


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‘‘I wonder/’ thought he, ‘‘whether he has 
any work these days. These are hard days 
to be without work. I believe I’ll go over 
and see.” 

He did not know the way very well, but, 
with the good little guide by his side, he 
found it easily. Soon he had reached the 
place, climbed the stairs, and knocked at 
the battered and dingy door. 

Red opened the door and, after a little 
chat, he quickly agreed to work for the 
mason. While the door was open, Mr. 
Work-Hard saw how poor and bare were 
the rooms where Red Radical lived. So on 
Saturday night, when he paid Red, he put 
in an extra bill, neatly wrapped in a tiny 
silk flag. 

When Red opened his envelope that 
night, and found what was inside, he took 
the flag, smoothed it out gently, and stuck 
it into the button-hole of his coat. 

“A pretty flag,” said his wife, “isn’t 
it?” 

“Not bad,” said Red. 

Not long after, Mr. Service and his Sun- 
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their room at the Church of the Friendly 
Heart. They were talking about what the 
flag stood for. Beside them, though they 
did not see him, stood a little figure in red, 
white, and blue. He smiled to think that 
he could see them and they could not see 
him. They did not hear him say a word. 
At the very moment he took his place be- 
side them, they began to speak about Red 
Radical and his family. 

‘‘What can we do for them?” asked Mr. 
Service. 

“We could play ball together,” said one. 

“We might invite them to the picnic,” 
said another. 

“They could help with our Christmas 
tree, when Christmas comes around,” said 
a third. 

“And we could give them some Christ- 
mas presents,” said another. 

At just about that same hour, Mis-s 
Bright-Mind and her class of girls were 
meeting in another room at the Church of 
the Friendly Heart. They, too, were talk- 
ing about the flag. A little figure in red, 
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they began to speak about Eed Radical and 
the others. 

‘‘We ought to do something for them,’’ 
said Miss Bright-Mind. 

“We can teach their mother our lan- 
guage,” said one. 

“We might find some hair ribbons for 
the girls,” said another. 

“We could visit Mrs. Red Radical; we 
could take her some flowers and help her 
tidy up the house.” 

“Yes, and we could take some fresh milk 
for the baby, or take her around to the 
Day Nursery.” 

The work of all was just as good as their 
words. The boys asked the youngsters to 
play ball and invited them to the picnic. 
When Christmas came around, the Christ- 
mas celebration was doubly joyful because 
Red Radical’s children had helped to trim 
the tree. 

The girls went often to Red Radical’s 
house; they taught the family their lan- 
guage and customs ; they visited Mrs. Radi- 
cal when she was sick, and carried her 
flowers; they carried milk from the Milk 


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Station for the baby; they took the chil- 
dren to the Day Nursery. They trimmed 
the Christmas-tree with tinsel and lights 
and put on it a gift for every member of 
the family. They hung on the tree, also, a 
gift which came from the boys, marked 
‘‘For all.’’ Red himself opened it and un- 
folded a beautiful silk flag. 

He looked at it a moment, then waved 
it while the children danced about. “Hur- 
rah!” they shouted. “Yes, hurrah!” said 
Red. “I used to think the red flag was 
the most beautiful flag, but now I think a 
flag is much lovelier if it also has white 
and blue in it. This is the flag for me!” 

Of course we are not to think for a mo- 
ment that Red Radical and his family ac- 
cepted all these gifts and kindnesses and 
did nothing in return. Instead, they gave 
to Mr. Good-Neighbor, and Dr. Great- 
Heart, and Mr. Work-Hard, and the boys 
and girls, beautiful, strange things that 
they had brought with them from the 
northern country from which they came. 
Giving these things made them very happy. 
In this way they all learned to know and 


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like each other and soon they became fast 
friends. 

Mr. Good-Neighbor gave Eed Radical 
some books that told him all about the 
country. Often, Dr. Great-Heart used to 
stop and talk with him about what the flag 
stood for. 

Mr. Work-Hard gave Red Radical a 
good job and Anally took him into his 
business. Furthermore, Red Radical and 
his family went to the Church of the 
Friendly Heart, where they became so 
friendly and interested that they were 
always sure of a warm welcome. 

It was all these things that made Red 
Radical very sure that the Stars and 
Stripes was a much lovelier flag than the 
red one. 

While Mr. Good-Neighbor, and Dr. 
Great-Heart, and Mr. Work-Hard, and the 
boys and girls were doing kind things for 
Red Radical, and becoming friends, the 
Spirit of the Flag was leading many other 
people of the Church of the Friendly Heart 
to do kind things for Tony Morrelli, and 
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and Alexander Margolis, and a great many 
other foreigners whose names I cannot re- 
member or even pronounce, and to become 
their friends. 

Some time after this, a war broke out 
between that land and a neighboring coun- 
try. It was the war Captain Blackman and 
Mr. Wong’s son were in, that I have 
already told you about. When the city 
called for volunteers, many of its people 
asked, “What will the foreigners do? Will 
they fight for us?’" 

They need not have been afraid, for 
among the first to go were Tony and Max 
and Gustaf and Alexander and Red Radi- 
cal. There were no braver soldiers than 
these. It was a terrible war. Many men 
fell, but at last the Stars and Stripes waved 
victoriously over the City of As-It-Is and 
the other cities of that land. 

The Wise-and-Wonder-Man paused, took 
a deep breath, and sat up. 

“Is that all?” asked Query. 

“Yes, I think that’s about all.” 

“But what became of Red Radical? 


THE SPIRIT OF THE FLAG 107 

You said he went to the war. Did he prove 
to be a loyal soldier*?” 

^‘Yes, Red Radical was a brave and 
loyal soldier. In one of the worst battles 
he was shot and killed. In his pocket, 
wrapped in a bit of red, white, and blue,' 
was a soiled piece of paper on which he 
had written in rough handwriting: ‘If I 
am killed, you will find the Stars and 
Stripes written on my heart.’ 

“Well, I must be going,” said the Wise- 
and- Wonder-Man, rising to his feet with a 
tinhle-tanhle-tinkle-tankle-tink, “I have a 
of things to do before I sleep.” 

By the time Query Queer got to his feet, 
his visitor had vanished. He saw The 
Thistledown sailing away on the wind, and 
he thought he heard a bit of song: 

^‘I brush the dust from their glorious bars; 

I polish up their gleaming stars ; 

I fill them full of wondrous light, 

Till they shine by day, as stars by night ; 

I try, by all my crafts and arts, 

To put the flag into people’s hearts.” 




VI 


MR. FRIEND-0 ’-MAN GETS HIS 
NAME 

When Query Queer jumped into bed 
that night, he took a book with him and left 
the light turned on. 

‘‘Now, Query, my boy,” said his mother, 
“you must put up your book, put out your 
light, and go to sleep.” 

“Yes, Mother, just as soon as I finish 
this chapter.” 

Query read for a while, then the words 
began to get mussed up and his mind began 
to wander. He ran across the word “neigh- 
bor;” that made him think of the story the 
minister read ; and that made him think of 
the neighborhood the Wise-and- Wonder- 
Man told him about; and that made him 
think of Mr. Friend-o’-Man. 

“I wonder — I wonder — ” said he, half to 
himself. 

TinMe-t ankle -tinhle-tankle-tink, 

109 


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MR. FRIEND-O’-MAN 


‘^Well,” said a voice just beside him, 
‘Hhat makes two wonders.’’ 

‘‘Why, Mr. Wise-and- Wonder-Man, have 
you come back?” 

“No,” said the little man in blue and 
bells, from his seat on the edge of the bed. 

*‘Did you never hear of Stay-at-Home Jack? 

Oho and Oho! Alas and alack! 

Who never went away, so never came back. ’ ^ 


“I was just on my way home when I saw 
your light and so I dropped in to make you 
a little call.” 

“What have you been doing?” asked 
Query. 

“Oh, I have been talking to folks when 
they didn’t know it, trying to have them 
make this community a city like ours. But 
what were you wondering about as I came 
in?” 

“I was thinking about Mr. Friend-o’- 
Man,” replied Query, “and wondering 
where he came from.” 

“Why, from the Distant Land, as I told 
you once.” 


MR. FRIEND-O’-MAN GETS HIS NAME 111 

‘‘But what is its name*?” 

“That’s its name, Distant Land.” 

“And how did Mr. Friend-o’-Man get 
his name*?” 

“Well, he was born with part of it, and 
part of it was given to him, so I have 
heard. You see he lived a great while ago. 
But people still tell stories about him in 
Is-To-Be, just as you tell stories about 
Abraham Lincoln. Would you like to hear 
about how he got his name? Well, 1 will 
tell you, if you keep your eyes open wide 
enough, so that I can see their color.” 

Distant Land was a long way off. It was 
a big country. It had one great city where 
the king lived. The name of this city was 
Well-Done. There were many villages 
where most of the people lived. And many 
of these villagers did not know much about 
the city. Some of them never saw it till 
they were old men. And some of them 
never saw it at all. 

One of these villages that was so far 
from the king’s city was noted for its 
wonderful athletes. It was called the 


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MR. FRIEND-O’-MAN 


Village of Seek. We do not know why, 
but perhaps it was because everybody was 
seeking to outdo everybody else. It was 
noted for its games and contests, particu- 
larly for its races. Its young men were 
marvelous runners. 

These contests became so famous that at 
last they attracted the’ attention of the 
king, who went down from the City of 
Well-Done to the Village of Seek on one 
of the great days to see the young men run. 
He himself gave the wreaths of victory to 
the winners. 

After he had given the prizes to the suc- 
cessful ones, he said to them, ‘Won have 
done well. You have run some difficult 
races. Now I propose a greater one, 
longer and harder than any you have yet 
engaged in.” Whereat all the young men 
looked at him eagerly and intently, for they 
knew no harder races than the ones they 
had run that day. 

‘‘Indeed,” resumed the king, “it is the 
longest and greatest race there is. It is 
the race from the Village of Seek to the 
City of Well-Done, where my great palace 


MR. FRIEND-O’-MAN GETS HIS NAME 113 

stands. Only those with the most spirit, 
skill, and endurance should try it. To the 
winner in such a race, the one who reaches 
there first, I will give wealth, honor,- and 
a name.” 

“Where is the City of Well-Done 
asked one of the young men. 

“It lies far from here, to the west,” said 
the king, “and the way to it is long, dif- 
ficult, and sometimes hard to find. Are 
there any who wish to enter the race? If 
so, let them raise their hands.” 

“I!” “I!” said many, as hands shot up. 

On the appointed day, the runners ap- 
peared in the middle of the Village of 
Seek. There were not so many there as 
had volunteered. For some had come to 
feel that the way was too long. They wore 
numbers, as do all runners in a race. 
There was Number 1, Number 2, Number 
3, Number 4, and several others, but they 
did not count, for they soon fell out, and 
only the four young men with numbers 
really made an effort to win the race. 
Number 1 had cold gray eyes and thin lips 
which seemed to say, “I shall win, or no- 


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MR. FRIEND-O’-MAN 


body shall.” Number 2 had a firm chin 
which he carried high, and he wore the 
look of one not often beaten. Number 3 
was a slender youth with a thin face and 
bright spots on his high cheeks. Number 
4 was tall, kindly-faced and thoughtful. 
When the runners took their places, the 
king gave his final directions, then started 
quickly back to the city by the shortest 
route, so as to be there when the runners 
arrived. 

‘‘The City of Well-Done,” said he, wav- 
ing his royal hand toward the setting sun, 
“lies over yonder. Take this dusty road 
which leads to the west. Over the horizon, 
beyond the Town of Human-Need runs the 
Difficult River. Beyond the river and a 
grassy track lies the Crossing of the Ways. 
Beyond the Crossing of the Ways and the 
Rocky Trail lies the City of Well-Done. 
Is all made plain?” 

“It is, your Majesty,” said the runners. 

“Then, good luck, and may the truest 
and bravest win!” 

And then, at the word of command, the 
runners put their toes to the mark, ready 


MR. FRIEND-O’-MAN GETS HIS NAME 115 

to leap forward; and a moment later they 
were pushing ahead on the long, taxing 
race. 

They ran for hours and hours along the 
dusty road, over the horizon, and through 
the Town of Human-Need. At the out- 
skirts of the town stood an old man with 
an enormous pack upon his back. His 
shoes were old, his clothes were dusty, his 
knees were bent, his shoulders stooped, and 
his brow was wet because of his heavy 
load. 

He had struggled on, too proud to ask 
for help, but the time had come when he 
felt he must have a hand. He paused and 
looked around and saw the runners com- 
ing. Number 1 was first. As he came up, 
strong and sturdy, the old man lifted up 
his hand to halt him. Friend,’’ he said, 
^‘can you give an old man a lift with his 
pack?” 

But the runner only shook his head as 
he darted by. Every man for himself; 
must look out for Number 1.” 

A few seconds later came Number 2. 
^‘Friend,” said the old man lifting his 


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MR. FRIEND-O’-MAN 


hand, ^‘can you give an old man a lift with 
this pack*?’’ 

‘‘No,” said the runner, “I have all I can 
carry; I must be getting on.” 

On his heels came Number 3. 

“Friend,” said the old man, “can you 
give an old man a lift with this pack?” 

“I’d like to, old man, but if I did I 
should lose my place. I’ve got to keep up.” 

Last of all came Number 4. 

“Friend,” said the old man. 

The runner halted. “What is it?” he 
asked, “for Friend is my name.” 

“Can yon give an old man a lift with his pack, 

That is bending his knees and breaking his back ? 

“Just a pound or two; I can manage the 
rest,” said the old man. 

“Where are you bound for?” asked the 
runner. 

“The City of Well-Done, if I can ever 
get there.” 

“I am going that way myself,” said 
‘the runner. “Let me take your pack.” 

With his strong arms he lifted the heavy 
pack from the old man’s back and put it 


' MR FRIEND-O’-MAN GETS HIS NAME 117 

upon his own broad shoulders. ‘^God bless 
you, friend,’’ said the old man. “And, 
friend,” he called as the runner started on, 

“If on your journey you something lack, 
Perhaps you’ll find it in my 'pack.” 

Friend ran on with the pack upon his 
shoulders. Not long after, he saw before 
him something bright and shining. It was 
the Difficult Kiver that ran across the road 
and as far as one could see to right or left. 

The other three runners had long ago 
reached it. They were scurrying here and 
there, looking for some way to get across. 
There was a bridge and a gateway, but the 
gate-keeper was gone and the gate was 
locked. Friend tried it and tried it again. 
Then of a sudden he remembered the old 
man’s words: 

“If on your journey you something lack, 
Perhaps you’ll find it in my pack.” 

He felt in the pack, and right on top was 
a bright and shining key. It fitted the 
lock. The gate swung open and Friend 


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MR. FRIEND-0’-MA*N 


was first over the bridge and across the 
Difficult River. 

The other three runners followed quickly 
after, and soon all four were speeding over 
the grassy trail that lay beyond. 

Hours ahead, close by the trail, stood a 
stranger. He was hatless and bewildered. 
He had lost his way and, half-frightened, 
he waited for some one to direct him. As 
he lingered, he saw the . runners and took 
courage. As the first runner came up, he 
lifted his hand as if to question them con- 
cerning the direction. 

‘^Stranger,” he called, ‘‘would you stop 
a moment and tell me the way*?” 

But the runner only shook his head and 
darted by. “Every one for himself,’’ he 
called. “I must look out for Number 1.” 

Then the second runner came. 

“Stranger,” called the wanderer, lifting 
his hand, “would you stop a moment and 
tell me the way?” But the second runner 
replied, “I haven’t time. I must be get- 
ting on.” 

Close on his heels came Number 3. 

“Stranger,” called the wanderer, lifting 


MR. FRIEND-O’-MAN GETS HIS NAME 119 

his hand, ‘‘would you stop a moment to tell 
me the way"?’’ 

“I am sorry,’’ said the runner, “but if 
I should stop, I would lose my place. I 
must keep my place in the contest.” He 
had scarcely spoken when Number 4 came 
running up. Before the lost man could 
speak, the runner stopped. 

“What is it, traveler?” he asked. 

“Would you stop a moment to tell me the way? 

I have wandered about for days and a day.’’ 

“Where are you bound for?” asked 
Friend. 

“The City of Well-Done, if I can ever 
find it.” 

“I am going there myself,” replied the 
runner; “come along with me.” ^ 

Hours afterward they reached the Cross- 
ing of the Ways. There were many roads. 
Some of them ran here and some of them 
ran there. One ran to the right and one 
to the left and one in between. The first 
three runners had long since reached the 
place. There was a sign-board with direc- 
tions, but they were in a language that 


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MR. FRIENB-O’-MAN 


none of the runners could read. Number 
1 went to the right, Number 2 went to the 
left, and Number 3 took the road between. 
But these roads all led to nowhere. As 
Friend came up, he could see the runners 
in the distance all turning back. 

‘‘Which is the right road, I wonder,” 
said Friend. 

“I do not know,” responded his com- 
panion, “but there is a sign-board. It must 
tell.” 

“I think it does,” said Friend, as he 
walked up to where it stood, “but I can- 
not read it. It is in a strange language 
which I do not know.” 

“I can read it,” said his companion. “It 
is my native tongue. It says that travelers 
to the City of Well-Done should take this 
rocky trail.” 

So Number 4 was the first to pass the 
Crossing of the Ways. The others, who 
had seen him and watched the way he took, 
came panting along behind him and soon 
were hurrying on ahead. 

It was a rocky trail indeed. It was hard 
to keep one’s footing. 


MR. FRIEND-O’-MAN GETS HIS NAME 121 

Hours ahead by the roadside sat an in- 
jured man. He had slipped on a rock and 
broken his leg. With skill he had bound it 
up, and by the help of his staff he had 
worked his way painfully along until he 
could go no farther. Now he sat by the 
side of the trail, waiting for help, if help 
should come. 

He had about given up hope when he 
heard footsteps on the rocks. It was the 
first of the runners. 

Brother,’^ he called feebly as the youth 
came up, “would you give a poor man the 
crook of your arm?’’ 

But the runner only shook his head as 
he darted by. “Every man for himself. 
I must look out for Number 1.” 

Then came the second. 

“Brother,” said the man, “would you 
give a poor man the crook of your arm?” 

“I haven’t time,” came the answer. “I 
must be getting on.” 

Then came Number 3. 

“Brother,” said the injured man, 
“would you give a poor man the crook of 
your arm?” 


122 


MR. FRIEND-O’-MAN 


‘‘I am sorry, my man, but if I should 
stop I would lose my place. IVe got to 
keep up.’’ 

Close on his heels came Number 4. Just 
as he was about to pass Number 3, he saw 
the man sitting by the side of the trail and 
stopped. “What can I do for you?” he 
asked. 

^ ‘ Could you give a poor man the crook of your arm ? 

He has slipped on the rocks and come to some 
harm. ’ ’ 

“No,” said the runner, “but I will take 
you on my back.” 

“You are too kind, sir,” said the injured 
man. “You already have a big pack on. 
your back. That’s quite enough for you to 
carry.” 

“Oh, you mistake,” said the runner. 
“This pack does not seem heavy. It has 
only added to my strength. It has made 
my shoulders strong and my legs sturdy 
and my heart sound. And my pack has 
grown lighter every mile. It will make a 
fine seat for you.” 


MR. FRIEND-O’-MAN GETS HIS NAME 123 

So he stooped down and took the injured 
man on his back. The man sat on the pack 
and let his legs fall forward over the young 
man’s shoulder. Then Friend resumed his 
way. Soon they came to a steep place cov- 
ered with slippery sand. When one 
stepped on it, it slipped beneath one’s feet. 
A little way up the hill floundered Number 
3, a few yards beyond was Number 2, and 
just ahead was Number 1. They struggled 
and slipped and slid, and struggled and 
slipped and slid. 

“Let me get down,” said the injured 
man to Friend. “You will never get up 
with me on your back.” 

“Oh, yes, I will,” said Friend. “This 
sand is just on the surface. Your weight 
will cause my feet to sink through to the 
solid ground beneath.” 

^‘Then take my staff,” said the man, 
“for it will help.” 

Sure enough, with the weight on his back 
and the aid of the staff. Friend slowly but 
surely climbed the steep place and reached 
the level stretch beyond. 

With the aid of the staff, which Number 


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MR. FRIEND-O’-MAN 


4 kindly lent them, the others finally made 
their way up the steep, and with a burst 
of speed they overtook Number 4 and left 
him behind. 

Some distance ahead a child was trudg- 
ing along. He had walked some distance 
and was tired. As the runners one by one 
came up, the child held out his arms to 
them and called, ‘^Man! won’t you let me 
take you by the hand?” 

The first one scarcely looked at him as 
he sped by. ^^Look out for yourself. I 
look out for Number 1.” 

The second runner shook his head with 
the words : 

‘‘Don’t bother me. I am in a race. I 
must be getting on.” 

The third said, “I would like to, lad, but 
your legs are so short that if I took your 
hand I never in the world could keep up. 
I would surely lose my place.” 

Then came the fourth, who stopped and 
listened to the child. 


“Won^t you let me take you by the hand? 

My legs are tired from the slippery sand.’’ 


MR. FRIEND-O’-MAN GETS HIS NAME 


125 


“Of course you can 
take my hand/’ said 
the runner. 

Not far ahead was 
the city wall. As 
Friend drew near, 
his companion said, 
“How shall we get 
inr’ 

< i There must he 
a gate,” replied 
Friend, “if we 
can only find it. 

“I see it,” 
said the lad. 

“Here it is! 

It is not so 
very big. I 
can open it. 






126 


MR. FRIEND-O’-MAN 


You see, the contestants had run so fast 
as they approached the city wall that not 
one of them spied the gate. And they all 
shot swiftly by. They ran far beyond, and 
at that moment were trying frantically 
to find the entrance. 

As for the great crowd, the king’s cou- 
rier had announced that the runners were 
coming, and the people had met to greet 
them. The king himself was there to see 
the finish of the great race. 

As Number 4 came up, his companion by 
his side, the heavy pack upon his back, the 
lame man on the pack, the staff in his right 
hand and the child’s hand in his left, a 
great shout and cheer went up from the 
crowd. The king took the runner by the 
hand. 

‘‘Well done! Well done!” said he. 
“The race is yours.” 

Then the king gave him great wealth and 
put a garland about his neck. 

“What is your name?” asked the king. 
“A noble one. I’ll venture.” 

“No, your Majesty, not noble at all. It’s 
the very plain name of Friend.” 


MR FRIEND-O’-MAN GETS HIS NAME 127 

‘‘Then I will make it noble,” said the 
king. “It shall be Friend-o’-Man. 

There are noble titles, noble names, 

That he may wear who can. 

But the noblest name among them all. 

Is simply Friend-o’-Man.” 

So the king, as I have said, gave him 
great wealth and prizes and a noble name. 
Other honors the king also gave him. He 
made him his private messenger and sent 
him here and there on errands of kindness 
and mercy throughout all that Distant 
Land. His special province was to try to 
make all men friends, to teach them good 
customs, and to give them good laws, in 
the name of the king. So that’s how he got 
his name — so they say. 

“But, Mr. Wise-and- Wonder-Man, how 
did he chance to come to the City of 
As-It-Is'?” asked Query Queer. 

“Well, for one thing, he had the spirit 
of adventure. He heard of our city when 
he was far away and wanted to visit it. 


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MR. FRIEND-O’-MAN 


Then, too, I suspect he came to help to 
make it a more beautiful city.” 

‘^Was he a sort of missionary?” asked 
Query. 

“Ye-es,” said Mr. Wise-and- Wonder- 
Man, ‘^he must have been a missionary for 
he made our city so much better. He 
helped to change the city, as I told you, 
and gave it a song and a motto. I will 
sing our song again, if you’d like me to.” 

CITY SONG 

We live in the City of Is-To-Be, 

The finest city on earth ; 

The city of love and charity, 

The city of joy and mirth. 

We live in the City of Is-To-Be, 

The happiest city you’ll find; 

Where everybody has a friend, 

And everybody is kind. 

We live in the City of Is-To-Be, 

The sweetest in the land; 

The streets are clean, the air is pure. 

There are flowers on every hand. 


MR FRIEND-O’-MAN GETS HIS NAME 


129 


We live in the City of Is-To-Be, 

The kindest under the sun; 

Where no one envies, no one scorns, 

And high and low are one. 

You may have your town, wherever it is, 

But the only city for me 
Is the one where each is the friend of all, — 

The City of Is-To-Be. 

like that song,” said Query. “But 
what was the motto of the city"?” 

“Oh, it’s very simple and short. 

“Only he can win the race, 

Along life’s dusty road. 

Who stops to give a helping hand. 

And carry his neighbor’s load.” 

“That makes me think,” said Query. 
“Mr. Wise-and- Wonder-Man, did those 
other runners ever reach the City of Well- 
Done?” 

.“Well, really, I don’t know. I never 
heard. You hear about those who win, you 
know, and not about those who lose. Well, 
good night. I’m otf.” And with a faint 
tinkle-tankle-tinkle-tankle-tink of tiny bells, 
he disappeared. 


130 


MR. FRIEND-O’-MAN 


‘^Why, Query! your light is not out yet!’’ 
said his mother. 

“I am just going to put it out,” said 
Query. 

“What have you been doing all this 
time?” 

“Oh, nothing, — just thinking.” 






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